My Life with Jasmine Pt 05: Her Story
One day, a carpenter's crew filled Jasmin's house with the sounds of sawing and hammering. After they left, Jasmine led me to her office and sat in her desk chair. She pointed at the compartment that had been built under her desk. "Try it out."
"Huh?"
"Get
in
," she explained.
"Oh!" I got in place and she rolled her chair into position.
"Can you
reach
me?" she asked and opened her legs.
I leaned forward and rubbed my face against her crotch.
"Good. Try the seat."
It was comfortable, and I was in the
perfect
position to worship her feet. A shelf held massage oil, baby wipes, and mouthwash. There was a lip around the entrance so that Jasmine could not roll her desk chair into the compartment.
Whenever Jasmine worked at her desk, I was
under
it. When she sat with her legs closed, I nuzzled her shoes. When she
crossed
her legs, I removed her shoe, and massaged her elevated foot. If I
kissed
more than I
rubbed
, she'd
kick
me.
If she
opened
her legs, I stood up so I could use my
mouth.
Even if she
deepthroated
me I was not allowed to make noise or disturb her. After she came, I would gargle and clean her with a baby wipe. Then I would kiss her she-beef to show my gratitude for her gift. Once during a boring conference call, I swallowed her load and the other people on the call never knew.
"Sweetie," Jasmine said a few days after the compartment had been built, "aren't you curious about my virility?"
I
was
. How could such a feminine trans lady cum several times every
day
?
"I don't want to pry."
"And
you
are a
doll
. But I
want
you to know my story."
I sat next to her at the kitchen table. "I'm
honored
."
She leaned over and kissed me. "You are also very
sweet
. When I was an adult entertainer, I underwent a procedure that allowed me to become aroused, and ejaculate, several times every day. But I
also
maintained my
femininity
. That, combined with my looks and dominant personality, catapulted me to the top of my industry. I made enough money to retire.
Now
I'm a successful screenwriter. I set my own schedule,
and
I work from home."
"I didn't know you were an entertainer."
"I
know
that. People always gush when they meet me.
You
had no
idea
. Anyway, I visited a specialist, who confirmed that the procedure cannot be reversed. I
must
continue to ejaculate. I
could
masturbate, but I
much
rather use a willing
mouth
. But I
don't
want the hassle and emotional baggage of
romance
."
I almost missed what she said next.
"...met you at Lisa's, I thought you were
such
a sweet submissive. I was
appalled
at the way she treated you. After our...
encounters
, I decided we would
both
be better off if
you
were with
me
. I hope you don't mind."
"Of
course
, not! I
love
..."
She had just
said
that she did not want
romance. "...
serving
you!"
"I
told
you we were a good match!"
A few days later I was cleaning the living room when I heard Jasmine's bell. I waited in the doorway of her office. After a bit, she closed her laptop and looked up.
"I'm going out for dinner and drinks. I want to look
sexy
, but
casual
."
"Yes, Miss Jasmine." I had washed her hair that morning, so after I undressed her, I wrapped it in a shower cap, and helped her into the shower. I already knew how I wanted to dress her, so I soaped a breast with one hand, and her she-beef with the other.
"Sweetie," she said gently, "I don't have
time
."
"Trust me, Miss Jasmine."
She chuckled. "Well... ok. But
don't
make me late."
I had honed my oral skills to the point where I could pretty much control when Jasmine orgasmed. Usually, I made her pleasure
last
. But sometimes, when I was about to take
Second Breakfast
, she would tap my head and say, "Step it up, Sweetie. I have a meeting."
I sped up my massage until she swelled in my hand. I dropped to my knees and engulfed her. She was a bit soapy, but who cares? It didn't taste any worse than her
cum
! I deep throated her, while I probed her ass with a questing finger. A short time later, she grunted, and fed me a salty
Between Meal Snack.
