Estellina, T-Girl Philippina

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I haven't forgotten Estellina
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erectus123
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I haven't forgotten Estellina
A slender beauty Philippina
From her long neck’s nape to her heart shaped ass
There was always a vibe that she could pass
She did hide a tiny dick, not very thick
between her glam legs tucked kinda cute
under her short mini skirt above her boot
She lived up the block but hid her cock
I was into that jazz back when
“A Walk On the Wild Side” was a hit then
Lou Reed, the Kinks and others sang of trannies
Like LoLa and her brothers and other stuffed fannies
I spied Estellina in the neighborhood a walk’en
And a wiggl’in with every part a jiggle’in
I got a hard on right away
She was sexy - what can I say?
There near Silver Lake where hippies roomed
Famed musicians lived before being entombed
Suicide was rampant, so many were doomed
Eliot Smith and the Grungers who died
We’d rush to hear them while they were still alive

I saw Estellina as a tasty treat
A few weeks later she was crossing the street
I watched like a cat tracking a mouse
I followed her most of the way to her house
Then I popped up and made my plea
Telling her how badly I wanted to see
her. There was a feeling down beneath my balls
That drove me to tell her I wanted to call
It tugged at my heartstrings and gave my dick wings
“Honey I can I drive you home
You're the kind of bitch I like to bone,”
Of course I didn’t say what I was thinking
I learned real quick this slut was fond of drinking
Dope and heroin I supposed she’d use,
Meth was also on all the menus
Her dealer was a black dude in leather
He’d show up no matter the weather
With black sneakers a bit torn and ragged
I wondered if he was some kinda a faggit
By the way he smiled and held onto my hand
Did he offer me rock if my cock could stand?
Was he an asshole waiting for a member of the band?
He appear like Bellagosi, whispering like a devilman
In the hallway she’d take something from his hand
I didn’t catch on to fast he was a dealer
He looked like a reject from an old one reeler

Estellina lived in a room of an old house
rented to her by some gay louse
Otto watched my coming and going
but the door was locked when she was blowing
I always dropped some cash with her
But not very much after fucking her rear
She never cared if I wore a rubber
Pretty soon I became her steady lover
I wasn’t ever into drugs, just whores
What she did behind closed doors
was her business, mine amour
Yes, I confess, as my dick would fill her anus
With creamy gravy from Paramus
I’d stop on my way to work
For a fast fuck or a quick jerk
When I’d cum I’d say, “I love you,” without fear
This she remembered very clear

Estellina had two fine parakeets
She’d let them fly round her room and land on her teats
and then feed’em treats
As she’d tell me about her ex who spent
A Chinese rich guy who’d paid her rent
bought her toys and a fuck machine
Which she insisted I try
That piston pumper could make ya die
It wasn’t my idea of entertainment
And the three cock sizes could put a dent
In your virgin ass that wouldn’t go away
Even after three sore day
Her Asian guy was quite gay but he’d never stayed
He bought her a high priced little doggy pet
She took real good care of et
It was a love-hate relation, her and this guy
She was still hoping it would fly
But it never seemed to get worked out
It always seemed to be in doubt
Though every month or so
He’d show up and they’d go
To dinner at some swank place
She’d dress up fancy, paint her face
He’d drop a thou on some new cloths
Then get fucked by the machine he chose
While she’d whip his ass red on top
With a shiny black riding crop
Then he’d disappear once again
She’d pine and remember when
They lived together and the money flowed
And time and drugs disappeared down the commode
Like hot shower water in a fancy hotel
Where from time to time they once did dwell
Rather than the broken faucet drip of her brothel crypt
Where I’d wash my cock with the door unlocked

I’d drop by in the early mornings
fill her ass with cum and warnings
She’d smile a welcome and never a no
Most times I’d fuck her, sometimes she’d blow
but she never took heed and kept taking speed
I just kept fucking her ass so sweet and clean
It seemed for a time like an opium dream
But all these dreams must one day end
We never know exactly when
Her family tried an intervention
but it didn’t merit too much mention
Then one day her phone was dead
No trace of her in the flat, or that she’d bled

A homo guy, Otto, her landlord neighbor sear
a tall gangly guy with a ragged prophet’s beard
He usually had a young Mexican sidekick
Obviously was there to suck his prick
Otto had her dog so I asked him where Estellina went
If she had died or made assent
to heaven or more likely hell
For whom does toll the bell?
He ignored my question and spotted me at last
an offer, “I know you fit your big dick in her ass
would you consider mine for a pass
or two? It wouldn’t cost nothing, you’d do me for free
I’ve got acid and weed and china tea”
I paused trying to be discrete
“Thanks guy but you're not my style
but let me think on it a while”
Meantimes tell me where Estella is
I’m kinda worried if she’s scurried”

“She went crazy the crazy bitch
We had to call the cops in on it
Too much crystal up her nose
She's locked up for her own protection
She’ll be out in thirty days I’m a guess en
And her real name if you are ready isn’t Estellina
it's really Eddy or Freddy or was it Flick?
Does that kinda drop your dick?”
“Not really Otto, I was cool to her anatomy
She was as fem a bitch as in flattery
I can’t count the times I creme pie-ed her ass
but if she's jailed I’ll have to pass
Your ass is to boney and you’re a man
No offense but i don’t give a damn
for your offer but thanks anyway,
I’m gone. Have yourself and your ass hole a real fine day.”
The Mexican kid looked relieved, by and by
He walked over to Otto and unzipped his fly.
“OK guys, I said goodbye”


A month or so down the pike
my phone rang and my fever did spike
Without as much as an hour’s warning
Estella surfaced on a Sunday morning
Off the drugs her thin fem line
Had morphed into a fat behind
She‘d put one an easy forty pound
Looked like someone's Mom’s all round
More boyish than I’d ever seen
Not the look that’d make ya scream
She said Otto killed her birds
Sold the little dog in a few words
She cried a bit and I felt sad
No one needed to be treated so bad
Then we got down to the nitty gritty
The game had changed I thought it shitty
There was a streak of aggression
Brought on by depression
Before she’d let me fuck her ass
Wouldn’t ya know she wanted me to kneel and blow
Sometimes ya do stuff that ain’t to your liking
but her tail was one I’d been spiking
I figured I owed her some compassion
after all the months of steamy passion

I kind lost track after that, something was lost
I didn’t go back
I know she tried to make a go
With ads offering herself to those
who might want to fill her crack with cash for sin
Obviously it wasn’t a win-win
Four months or so passed the scenes
She e-mailed me from the Philippines
“My family sent me back,
I’d really like to get home Jack
Can you send me a few hundred for the fare you see
Do you remember how you’d make love to me?
How you’d say loudly, you loved me too?
Please Jacky boy be true”
I was kinda pissed she’d played the whore
I asked a nasty question from the floor,
“How many guys do you have to blow with spit
there on the Island to get home lickity split”
I regretted that as soon as I said it
I told her to have her sister call me
I’d give her the money but I didn’t want to see
all the paperwork, I wasn’t a jerk
Money and whores and immigration
might be a crime in either nation
but her sis never called and the offer went dead
Where is Estella? No one has ever said
I looked over the adverts but she never showed
Her telltale phrase, “Filipina Princess,” was never in the knows
I hope she’s out there, fat and happy,
Sucking cock and dressing snappy,
I don’t want to hear she’s passed
But t-girls sadly don’t always last.

erectus123
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erectus123erectus123almost 7 years agoAuthor
thanks brother Ash,

believe me I have gone way beyond looking--love ya bro!

Ashesh9Ashesh9almost 7 years ago
Erectus , nwadays in the Adult Comics section quite a few artists are only drawing

T-gals.......you might wander over there to have a good look?

5-ed!

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 7 years ago
You sir are a disgusting pig and slob

the internet has a place for you, God does too you vile creep, you sir are going straight to hell, you and your ass-sociates. My only hope is that you find God and give up your horrid ways. Jesus is waiting to take your hand and bring you to the promised land if you will only admit he died for your terrible sins against nature. I will be praying for you to change before it is too late.

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