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.

After I got her clean and dry, I brushed her hair, and applied her perfume. Then I dressed her in a red blouse and white yoga pants. (That’s why I wanted the snack; she needed to be limp for the pants to fit right.) I adorned her with red dangling earrings, and a white neckless. The red pumps I chose matched her blouse and earrings.

She glanced at herself in her full-length mirror and nodded her approval. Then she turned to me, and took my hand. “Sweetie, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said quietly.

“You’ve been moping for the last few days.”

“Don’t worry about me.”

“Of course, I’m worried. I told you I want you to be happy. What troubles you?”

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie. And don’t be afraid. Talk to me.”

“I don’t want you to send me away,” I whispered.

“Why would I-? I love your service. And I think you are obsessed with my shoes.”

Jasmine’s closet was massive, and her floor to ceiling shoe rack covered one wall.

“I love… your shoes.”

She scoffed. “It’s not just your service. I’ve face-fucked a lot of guys. But you drive me insane! It’s like you’re worshiping me.”

“I am! I- I didn’t mean– I have to see to dinner.”

“I’m going out, and you are having left-over spaghetti, remember?”

“I forgot.”

“Please, Sweetie? I can’t bear to see you in such pain.”

I lowered my head. “You’ll send me away.” I nearly sobbed.

“I won’t. I promise!”

“I- I-“

“Would it be easier if you kneel?” She sat in the chair in her bedroom and crossed her legs.

I dropped to my knees, and rubbed my face against her fabric covered leg.

She stroked my head. “Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

I took a deep breath. “Miss Jasmine,” I said to her pants. ” I’m sorry. I know what you said about romance. I’ve tried to control my feelings. I- I can’t help it.”

“You can’t help what?”

“I love you!”

“But… Sweetie, I know that! ‘Miss Jasmine, I love… serving you. I love… your shoes.’ Besides, you talk in your sleep.”

“Then… you’re not mad?”

She caressed my face with her elevated shoe. “If you expect me to swoon into your arms, and beg you to marry me… you’re in for a big disappointment-“

“No!”

“No? Then what do you mean by ‘I love you’?”

“I- I mean that I am devoted to you.” I looked up at her. “When you’re in my mouth, I do worship you! I love your cum-“

“I thought I didn’t taste good?”

“You don’t. It’s sharp and salty, but I don’t care! Swallowing it is my privilege! All I want is to serve you and make you happy.” I raised my hands in supplication. “I’ll do anything for you!”

“Anything?”

“Yes!”

“What if I told you to skip your next orgasm?”

“Please don’t make me do that.”

“But what if I did?”

“I love you! I will do whatever you ask.”

“What if I wanted you to clean the sole of my shoe with your face?” She extended her leg until her sole was directly in front of me.

I leaned forward to begin the unpleasant task, but she uncrossed her legs and stood. She reached down. “Come here.”

I stood. She put her hands on either side of my head, and kissed me. “I will never abuse you,” she whispered, and kissed me again.

“Thank you.”

“I care about you. Your happiness is important to me. Whenever something bothers you, I expect you to tell me. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Miss Jasmine. Do… do you mind if I say it?”

“Say what?”

“That I love you.”

She chuckled, and tapped my nose. “You may say it as often as you’d like.”

“Thank you. Uh, what else did I say? In my sleep, I mean?”

“That’s for me to know, and you to find out. But I will say I didn’t know you enjoyed eating my ass. I’ll let you do that more often.”

“I- thank you, Miss Jasmine!”

“You’re welcome.” She glanced at her watch finger. “Sugar, I’m going to be late.” She gave herself a more thorough examination. “Is that a smudge on my pump?”

Her shoes were supposed to be spotless. “Oh! I’m very sorry!” I dropped to my knees, and licked her Jimmy Choo clean.

“Very good. Go to bed when you’re ready. I’ll wake you for my goodnight kiss.”

“Yes, Miss Jasmine. I hope you have a wonderful time.”

* * *

“Why are you on my side of the bed?” Jasmine’s deep alto whispered in my ear. When she licked my ear, I became fully awake.

“Sorry! The bed was so empty… and your pillow smells like your perfume.”

“God, you are adorable!” She pushed me onto my back. That’s when I realized she was nude. I had expected her to wake me to undress and bathe her. Now, she straddled me. She kissed me, and her tongue invaded my mouth. She tasted of wine. She broke the kiss, and shifted herself forward so that her erection was in front of my face. She glistened with precum. “I hope you’re hungry.” Her voice was thick with arousal.

“I-“

She grabbed the back of my head and shoved my mouth down on her she-beef. She held me in place, and eased more of herself into my mouth. I tried to pull my head back, but she was too strong. “Hold still,” she commanded. “Use your tongue!”

This was much harder than bobbing my head. But I did as I was told.

“Yeah!” She slapped my chest with her free hand. “Faster!” She put a hand on the wall above the bed. Then she gripped my hair and bobbed my head up and down.

“Fuck, that’s good!” Again, she held my head still, and drove herself into me until I gagged. She eased back just a little. “Tongue!” she commanded. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

I struggled to rub my tongue over her without gagging. She grunted and panted as I obeyed.

“Right…. Fucking…. Now!” She spasmed. “All of it,” she hissed while she squirted over and over into my mouth. “Every… last… drop.”

She tasted less salty, apparently because of the wine. I continued to use my tongue while I swallowed. Finally, she released my head, and rolled onto her back.

“God damn, that was good!”

I wanted to thank her, but I was still trying to catch my breath.

“Sweetie…don’t let me drip onto the sheets.”

I ran to her bathroom and washed my face and gargled. I came back to the bed, and gently washed her still semi-erect cock. After I dried her, I kissed her, using my tongue the way she liked. “Thank you for your cum,” I whispered.

She rumpled my hair, then turned on her side. I covered her and slid in beside her. I spooned with her, and kissed the back of her head. “I love you.”

“I know.” She grabbed my arm and pulled it around her. She pressed my hand against her breasts. “Now, go to sleep.”

I drifted off with my neglected manhood rubbing against her buttocks.