dhenshaw
10-20-2008, 06:49 AM
“Tamika Kobayashi?”
“Yes.”
“Ms. Lambert is expecting you. Go right in; I’ll take care of your coat.”
He brushed the snow from her coat and hung it on a peg under the gold lettered sign announcing; “Law Offices of Lambert, Lambert, and Lambert, Ltd.”
The sole surviving Lambert’s name was Franchesca Lambert, but she and Tamika Kobayashi simply called each other Tammy and Fran. They were both she-males and best friends.
“I think I’m in serious trouble,” Tammy said as soon as she closed the door behind her.
Seeing how worried her friend was, Fran skipped the pleasantries and said, “Start from the beginning.”
Tammy took off like a machine gun.
“Whoa, hold on,” Fran said. “You’ve still got a Japanese accent, honey, and when you go that fast all I get are snippets here and there. Who are you talking about? What medicine and what about alcohol?”
“It said right on the bottle that he shouldn’t drink any alcohol while taking that medicine,” Tammy said.
“Who?”
“My boss, Mr. Davis,” Tammy said.
“Oh,” Fran said, tapping a pencil on her massive desk. “The guy you’ve had the hots for for the last month?”
“Yes,” Tammy said.
“Okay, start over and take it slow,” Fran said.
Tammy took a deep breath and started over:
“He doesn’t suspect that I’m a she-male. Even his wife doesn’t have a clue.”
“I’m not surprised,” Fran said. “His wife is a knockout, but I bet she’d kill to look as good as you.”
Tammy gave her a wane smile of thanks for the compliment then went on:
“He’s always sending me on errands and lots of times I’m doing things for him and his wife both. That’s how I knew about the medicine and how he wasn’t supposed to drink any alcohol. That’s also how I knew his wife and kid were up in Connecticut for the Holidays.
“Anyways, he gave us all a nice Christmas party. It’s been a good year so he had all kinds of fancy food and tons of Champaign. He kicked things off by having a toast and downing an oversized goblet of Champaign.
“I was the only one who saw how woozy he got. I didn’t want the staff to see him falling down drunk so I hustled him out the back and drove him home. I only had the best intentions, I swear.
“By the time I got him home he was totally out of it. I put him on the couch in his living room. You should see that thing. It’s huge and twice as comfortable as my bed.
“Anyway, there he is, all sprawled out dead to the world. And there I am looking at a yummy bulge in his trousers. “What the hell,” I said to myself, and touched him.
“He moved a bit, muttered something incomprehensible, but didn’t wake up. He cock got hard when I rubbed my hand up and down it, but that didn’t wake him either.
“Are you okay,” I said, very load.
“Nothing.”
“I even shook him hard by the shoulders…nothing. So I undid his pants, pulled them down around his knees, and started sucking on his cock.
“He got mostly hard and even moved his hips some, but I couldn’t make him cum in his sleep. It was making me horny and hell though.
““Turnabout is fair play,” I remember saying out loud. I was also giggling a lot.
“Were you drunk?” Fran interrupted.
“A little, but not enough to use as a defense,” Tammy said.
“I take it you did something else to him,” Fran said.
“I did everything else to him,” Tammy replied.
“Have you ever held someone else’s dick?” I asked him, and wrapped his hand around my cock. “You do that very well,” I told him as I moved his hand up and down.
“I bet you want to suck my dick, don’t you?” I said.
“Making him suck my dick was frustrating at times, but it turned out to be exciting as hell. I kept pushing my dick between his lips, but he kept his mouth shut and turned his head. So I had to sit on his chest, hold his head with my legs and push down on his jaw while holding his nose to get it in. Even so, his teeth kept scraping on me, taking the pleasure out of it. That’s when I started sitting on his face.
“Oh, I almost forgot. Before I sat on his face I put his fingers in my ass. You’d be surprised how easy it was, even in the state he was in. Got two fingers in, held his hand in place on his chest, and rocked my full weight on them. It felt great.
“But back to the face-sitting. At first I did it to make him open his mouth wider, but the sensation of him squirming in my tush had me hard as a rock. I’d rub my cock and balls up and down his face, smush his cheeks so he’d pucker and rub my little brown round on his lips, then plop down until he was struggling for air. Then I’d pop my dick in his mouth for a few strokes and start all over again.
“I was on the third or fourth cycle of that when an idea hit me. Remember those fancy clips I got from China? Guess what? If you force a guy’s mouth open and clamp one on his back molars on either side, his mouth stays wide open and he can’t close it. I even made sure I’d be safe by sticking one of his T.V. remote controls down his throat until he gagged and the clips held like a champ.
“So I did a 69 with him. I was careful, but he still gagged every time I went too deep. What’s really funny though is he got a full erection and I got him to cum at almost the same time I did. The whole thing had felt so good, and I was so spent, I left my dick in his mouth until it was soft.
“Wow, sounds like you had a hell of a time with him. Is that when he woke up?” Fran asked.
“No, he didn’t wake up,” Tammy said. “I cleaned him up, straightened everything so no one would suspect what happened and was pulling up his pants when his cute little ass caught my eye. I knew I should quit while I was still ahead, but that tight little backside was calling to me. I wet my finger and stuck it in. OMG he was tight. How could I leave a virgin ass like that unfucked?
“I couldn’t find any lube and spit just wouldn’t do the trick, so I wound up using a stick of butter. I know it was cruel, but I shoved the whole stick up his ass and let his body temperature melt it. I’d spotted some Pampers while looking for lube, so I taped them on him to catch any butter or cum. By the time I had him just the way I wanted; my cock was hard and throbbing again. I took a picture with my cell phone. Wanna’ see?
Fran already had a hard-on from the story, but looking at Tammy’s picture almost made her blow her wad. Davis was devilishly handsome. His suit was the kind her richest clients wore. His blue and white striped boxer shorts were gathered with the upper part of his trousers around his knees and his rear end was lifted by fancy oversized cushions Tammy had stuffed under his hips. If he had any hair on his ass it was undetectable in the cell phone picture. A slight glisten from his exposed ass hole, down his balls, and into a Pamper was detectable however.
“Let me guess: You fucked the hell out of him.”
“Oh yes. Even with the butter I had trouble getting it in. I’m big, you know, and you wouldn’t believe how tight he was. It must have hurt some ‘cause he was kicking and trying to get me off. I feel bad now, but I couldn’t stop. It felt so damn good. He stopped struggling soon enough. He grunted each time I slammed into him, but that just made me hotter. I don’t know how long I fucked him, but I was dripping sweat when I came. It was wonderful.”
“He woke up while you were fucking him?” Fran asked.
“No. I told you, he never woke up,” Tammy said.
“So what’s this terrible trouble you’re in?” Fran said, exasperated.
Tammy sat silent for a long time.
“Look, I can’t help you if you don’t…”
“They had a Nanny-Cam,” Tammy whispered. “His wife called me on the phone late last night.”
“That’s not good,” Fran said. “Did she say anything about the police?”
“No. She just said I had to meet her today at 3 PM.” Tammy said.
“Good lord, it’s 3 now!”
“I know. I’m having her meet me here,” Tammy said.
The intercom buzzed: “A Mrs. Davis here to see you, Ms. Lambert,” the receptionist said.
“Is she alone?” Fran said.
“Yes.”
“Send her in,” Fran said.
Mrs. Davis swept into the office as if she owned it. She only faltered a bit when she caught sight of Fran.
“Oh my god, are you a she-male too?” she said.
“Yes,” Fran said, a little upset. No one ever suspected that either she or Tammy weren’t full-fledged women.
“Amazing!” she said, and turned to Tammy. “That was quite a time you had on my husband. Gets me hot every time I watch it.”
Tammy’s jaw dropped.
“I especially loved when you put his fingers in your ass and then cleaned them in his mouth. That cracks me up every time.”
“I forgot to tell you that part,” Tammy said to Fran.
“Brad’s terrified that someone might see that recording, so I’ve burned it onto several DVD’s and put them in safe places. Would you ever consider making love to a woman?”
“Sure,” Tammy said, looking her up and down.
“Good. I want you to move in with us. Brad’s impotent, but you made him cum. It’s the perfect threesome: I’ll hold Brad down for you, you satisfy me, and Brad can bust his ass so we can blow tons of money. What do you say?”
Fran chimed in before Tammy could answer: “Can I keep one of those DVD’s safe for you?”
“Good idea,” Mrs. Davis said.
“Oh, and one more thing,” Fran said. “It might be a good idea if I help you with Brad for a while. Just until he accepts that he doesn’t have a choice in the matter..”
“How kind of you,” Mrs. Davis said, with a giggle.
“My pleasure,” Fran said, with a leer.
“Yes.”
“Ms. Lambert is expecting you. Go right in; I’ll take care of your coat.”
He brushed the snow from her coat and hung it on a peg under the gold lettered sign announcing; “Law Offices of Lambert, Lambert, and Lambert, Ltd.”
The sole surviving Lambert’s name was Franchesca Lambert, but she and Tamika Kobayashi simply called each other Tammy and Fran. They were both she-males and best friends.
“I think I’m in serious trouble,” Tammy said as soon as she closed the door behind her.
Seeing how worried her friend was, Fran skipped the pleasantries and said, “Start from the beginning.”
Tammy took off like a machine gun.
“Whoa, hold on,” Fran said. “You’ve still got a Japanese accent, honey, and when you go that fast all I get are snippets here and there. Who are you talking about? What medicine and what about alcohol?”
“It said right on the bottle that he shouldn’t drink any alcohol while taking that medicine,” Tammy said.
“Who?”
“My boss, Mr. Davis,” Tammy said.
“Oh,” Fran said, tapping a pencil on her massive desk. “The guy you’ve had the hots for for the last month?”
“Yes,” Tammy said.
“Okay, start over and take it slow,” Fran said.
Tammy took a deep breath and started over:
“He doesn’t suspect that I’m a she-male. Even his wife doesn’t have a clue.”
“I’m not surprised,” Fran said. “His wife is a knockout, but I bet she’d kill to look as good as you.”
Tammy gave her a wane smile of thanks for the compliment then went on:
“He’s always sending me on errands and lots of times I’m doing things for him and his wife both. That’s how I knew about the medicine and how he wasn’t supposed to drink any alcohol. That’s also how I knew his wife and kid were up in Connecticut for the Holidays.
“Anyways, he gave us all a nice Christmas party. It’s been a good year so he had all kinds of fancy food and tons of Champaign. He kicked things off by having a toast and downing an oversized goblet of Champaign.
“I was the only one who saw how woozy he got. I didn’t want the staff to see him falling down drunk so I hustled him out the back and drove him home. I only had the best intentions, I swear.
“By the time I got him home he was totally out of it. I put him on the couch in his living room. You should see that thing. It’s huge and twice as comfortable as my bed.
“Anyway, there he is, all sprawled out dead to the world. And there I am looking at a yummy bulge in his trousers. “What the hell,” I said to myself, and touched him.
“He moved a bit, muttered something incomprehensible, but didn’t wake up. He cock got hard when I rubbed my hand up and down it, but that didn’t wake him either.
“Are you okay,” I said, very load.
“Nothing.”
“I even shook him hard by the shoulders…nothing. So I undid his pants, pulled them down around his knees, and started sucking on his cock.
“He got mostly hard and even moved his hips some, but I couldn’t make him cum in his sleep. It was making me horny and hell though.
““Turnabout is fair play,” I remember saying out loud. I was also giggling a lot.
“Were you drunk?” Fran interrupted.
“A little, but not enough to use as a defense,” Tammy said.
“I take it you did something else to him,” Fran said.
“I did everything else to him,” Tammy replied.
“Have you ever held someone else’s dick?” I asked him, and wrapped his hand around my cock. “You do that very well,” I told him as I moved his hand up and down.
“I bet you want to suck my dick, don’t you?” I said.
“Making him suck my dick was frustrating at times, but it turned out to be exciting as hell. I kept pushing my dick between his lips, but he kept his mouth shut and turned his head. So I had to sit on his chest, hold his head with my legs and push down on his jaw while holding his nose to get it in. Even so, his teeth kept scraping on me, taking the pleasure out of it. That’s when I started sitting on his face.
“Oh, I almost forgot. Before I sat on his face I put his fingers in my ass. You’d be surprised how easy it was, even in the state he was in. Got two fingers in, held his hand in place on his chest, and rocked my full weight on them. It felt great.
“But back to the face-sitting. At first I did it to make him open his mouth wider, but the sensation of him squirming in my tush had me hard as a rock. I’d rub my cock and balls up and down his face, smush his cheeks so he’d pucker and rub my little brown round on his lips, then plop down until he was struggling for air. Then I’d pop my dick in his mouth for a few strokes and start all over again.
“I was on the third or fourth cycle of that when an idea hit me. Remember those fancy clips I got from China? Guess what? If you force a guy’s mouth open and clamp one on his back molars on either side, his mouth stays wide open and he can’t close it. I even made sure I’d be safe by sticking one of his T.V. remote controls down his throat until he gagged and the clips held like a champ.
“So I did a 69 with him. I was careful, but he still gagged every time I went too deep. What’s really funny though is he got a full erection and I got him to cum at almost the same time I did. The whole thing had felt so good, and I was so spent, I left my dick in his mouth until it was soft.
“Wow, sounds like you had a hell of a time with him. Is that when he woke up?” Fran asked.
“No, he didn’t wake up,” Tammy said. “I cleaned him up, straightened everything so no one would suspect what happened and was pulling up his pants when his cute little ass caught my eye. I knew I should quit while I was still ahead, but that tight little backside was calling to me. I wet my finger and stuck it in. OMG he was tight. How could I leave a virgin ass like that unfucked?
“I couldn’t find any lube and spit just wouldn’t do the trick, so I wound up using a stick of butter. I know it was cruel, but I shoved the whole stick up his ass and let his body temperature melt it. I’d spotted some Pampers while looking for lube, so I taped them on him to catch any butter or cum. By the time I had him just the way I wanted; my cock was hard and throbbing again. I took a picture with my cell phone. Wanna’ see?
Fran already had a hard-on from the story, but looking at Tammy’s picture almost made her blow her wad. Davis was devilishly handsome. His suit was the kind her richest clients wore. His blue and white striped boxer shorts were gathered with the upper part of his trousers around his knees and his rear end was lifted by fancy oversized cushions Tammy had stuffed under his hips. If he had any hair on his ass it was undetectable in the cell phone picture. A slight glisten from his exposed ass hole, down his balls, and into a Pamper was detectable however.
“Let me guess: You fucked the hell out of him.”
“Oh yes. Even with the butter I had trouble getting it in. I’m big, you know, and you wouldn’t believe how tight he was. It must have hurt some ‘cause he was kicking and trying to get me off. I feel bad now, but I couldn’t stop. It felt so damn good. He stopped struggling soon enough. He grunted each time I slammed into him, but that just made me hotter. I don’t know how long I fucked him, but I was dripping sweat when I came. It was wonderful.”
“He woke up while you were fucking him?” Fran asked.
“No. I told you, he never woke up,” Tammy said.
“So what’s this terrible trouble you’re in?” Fran said, exasperated.
Tammy sat silent for a long time.
“Look, I can’t help you if you don’t…”
“They had a Nanny-Cam,” Tammy whispered. “His wife called me on the phone late last night.”
“That’s not good,” Fran said. “Did she say anything about the police?”
“No. She just said I had to meet her today at 3 PM.” Tammy said.
“Good lord, it’s 3 now!”
“I know. I’m having her meet me here,” Tammy said.
The intercom buzzed: “A Mrs. Davis here to see you, Ms. Lambert,” the receptionist said.
“Is she alone?” Fran said.
“Yes.”
“Send her in,” Fran said.
Mrs. Davis swept into the office as if she owned it. She only faltered a bit when she caught sight of Fran.
“Oh my god, are you a she-male too?” she said.
“Yes,” Fran said, a little upset. No one ever suspected that either she or Tammy weren’t full-fledged women.
“Amazing!” she said, and turned to Tammy. “That was quite a time you had on my husband. Gets me hot every time I watch it.”
Tammy’s jaw dropped.
“I especially loved when you put his fingers in your ass and then cleaned them in his mouth. That cracks me up every time.”
“I forgot to tell you that part,” Tammy said to Fran.
“Brad’s terrified that someone might see that recording, so I’ve burned it onto several DVD’s and put them in safe places. Would you ever consider making love to a woman?”
“Sure,” Tammy said, looking her up and down.
“Good. I want you to move in with us. Brad’s impotent, but you made him cum. It’s the perfect threesome: I’ll hold Brad down for you, you satisfy me, and Brad can bust his ass so we can blow tons of money. What do you say?”
Fran chimed in before Tammy could answer: “Can I keep one of those DVD’s safe for you?”
“Good idea,” Mrs. Davis said.
“Oh, and one more thing,” Fran said. “It might be a good idea if I help you with Brad for a while. Just until he accepts that he doesn’t have a choice in the matter..”
“How kind of you,” Mrs. Davis said, with a giggle.
“My pleasure,” Fran said, with a leer.