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The Best Policy
By Cal Y. Pygia
I didn't see her bracelet until she'd paid for her groceries, left the
checkout line, and disappeared among the cars in the shopping mall's
vast parking lot. I was about to run my ATM card through the slot in the
machine when I noticed the glint. Diamonds. The narrow silver band was
aglitter with them. Without a word, I picked up the bracelet and dropped
it into the pocket of my sports jacket. The cashier hadn't seen a thing.
I didn't intend to keep it. I just didn't want to draw attention to my
discovery, because the cashier--or her supervisor--might say that she
was going to turn the item over to the police, but, instead, she might
be tempted to keep it. I'm an automobile mechanic, not a jeweler, but
something told me that this was no cheap imitation of a more expensive
bracelet. This was real silver, studded with real diamonds' it would be
worth thousands, maybe. I meant to see that it got back to the lovely
lady who owned it.
And, let me tell you, the word "lovely" doesn't do justice to her! She
has to be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. Her long
blonde hair falls in thick curls to her dainty shoulders. Her breasts,
although not as full as some women's, are firm, high, and tight. Her
abdomen is slightly concave, and her rather boyish hips are a sharp
contrast to the swelling curves of her beautiful bottom. Her long legs
are smooth inside their sheer stockings.
As she exchanged a few polite comments with the cashier, deep dimples
appeared in her sleek cheeks, and her full, sensuous mouth framed even,
white teeth as she smiled. Her eyes were bright as a brilliant blue sky,
and she smelled of roses.
The cashier handed me the receipt for my purchases. "Thanks for shopping
at Food Fest."
Her voice brought me out of my reverie, and the vision of the lovely
woman about whom I'd been thinking vanished. "You're welcome," I
replied, hurrying from the checkout aisle.
Outside, I scanned the parking lot, but the bracelet's owner was nowhere
in sight.
When I was safe inside my car, I took the bracelet from my pocket and
examined its more closely. An inscription showed on the inside of the
silver band: "Jaime. 555-207-0505. Reward." I had her name, her
telephone number, and the promise of a reward.
Smiling, I flipped open my cell phone, punched in the digits of her
number, and jabbed "TALK." A few moments later, "Connected" appeared on
my phone's tiny monitor, and I heard her sweet, sultry voice.
"Hello?"
"I found your bracelet," I declared.
"My bracelet?" She sounded surprised. There was a pause, and then she
confessed, alarmed, "I didn't know I'd lost it!"
"It's okay," I reassured her. "I found it."
"There's a reward," she assured me.
"I know." I hesitated before asking, my tone light, as if I were merely
joking, "What is the reward, if you don't mind my asking?"
"Me."
I thought about her one-word answer to my question as I drove the few
blocks to her condominium. Her unhesitating offer of herself as the
reward for my return of her bracelet made me rock hard. However, as I
gave her reply more consideration, my cock began to wilt. What kind of
woman offered herself to a stranger? A whore. I felt disappointed. Jaime
was the hottest woman I'd ever seen, but, if she was nothing more than a
call girl, I wasn't sure I wanted to collect my reward. Hell, I might
collect something else as well--something I wouldn't want--such as a
venereal disease.
Then, another thought occurred to me. Maybe she'd been joking. That's
it, I told myself. She'd merely been joking! The reward wouldn't be her;
it would be her gratitude. All of her I'd get would be a peck of her
lips against the stubble on my cheek and maybe a twenty dollar bill. She
wasn't a whore; if anything, she was a comedienne. Suddenly, I felt
better. Jaime was redeemed. Ironically, now that I knew she hadn't meant
it literally when she'd said that she'd be my reward, my cock began to
swell again. Now, I thought, it would have been fantastic to have had
the "reward" she'd jokingly promised me. Of course, I knew there was no
chance she'd meant any such thing. If anything, I might receive a kiss,
a handshake, an expression of her thanks and, maybe, a few bucks. That's
all.
A short drive led me to her place, and I stared in awe at the immense
palace she called home. She lived at the top of a knoll through which a
half-mile-long driveway, flanked by boxwoods and yews and junipers,
climbed on its way toward her elegant stone mansion. She wasn't a
prostitute, I knew, for not even the most wildly successful call girl
could have afforded an estate like hers. For her to afford such a
wonderful domain as this, she must be a multimillionaire!
Climbing out of my automobile, I rang her doorbell, and a portly butler
bid me to come inside. "Madame is expecting you, sir," he said. "If I
may show you the way?"
I was gawking at the hallway. A red carpet ran along the center of the
marble floor, below immense cut-glass chandeliers, and past stained-
glass windows, expensive oils in ornate frames, and burnished tables
bearing china vases, jade lamps, and explosions of bright, cut flowers.
At an arched doorway, the butler stood aside, making a gesture to
indicate that I should enter the room beyond, and I caught a glimpse of
the lovely lady whose bracelet I bore within my jacket pocket. My breath
hitched in my throat. She was every bit as gorgeous as she'd appeared
the first time I'd had the exquisite pleasure of observing her
surpassing beauty. From the silk-upholstered couch upon which she sat,
wearing a quilted robe, surrounded by brocaded pillows in velvet and
satin, she smiled her dazzling smile, looking genuinely glad to see me,
as if I were a dear friend rather than a stranger, and invited me to
join her. As I crossed the carpet, I hardly heard the words of the
butler as he asked her whether there would be any further immediate need
of his service.
"No, thank you, James," she replied. "I will ring if I need anything
more."
"Very good, Madame."
I had the bracelet in my hand by the time I reached her couch. I held it
out to her.
"Thank you, my dear sir," she said, taking the silver band. She drew it
over her fingers and past her hand, securing the clasp when the bracelet
was upon her wrist again, where it belonged. She turned her radiant
smile upon me, and my heart melted. My cock began to stiffen as it
swelled. "I am Jaime Hall," she introduced herself.
"Bill Smith," I managed to reply.
"I cannot thank you enough for returning this," she said, touching the
bracelet. "It is not the monetary value--it is worth only fifty thousand
dollars, after all--"
I nearly choked on the amount, but Jaime seemed not to notice my
reaction.
"--it is its sentimental value that makes it priceless to me." She
paused, seeming to look inside herself. "You see, my father gave me this
bracelet, when I turned eighteen."
I smiled, nodding, as if I understood her words. "A birthday present," I
said.
Her smile broadened, her eyes glittering. "A coming out present," she
corrected me, "to wear on my debut."
"It's beautiful," I assured her. Before I could stop them, these words
spilled from my mouth as well: "You're beautiful." I blushed fiercely at
my forwardness.
However, she seemed unfazed by my familiarity. "Now, it is time for your
reward," she said.
"Please, I don't want any money."
She smiled her dazzling smile. "It's not money I offer," she said. She
pulled at the ends of the bow that secured the sash about her waist, and
the front of her robe parted, showing her flawless flesh; her firm,
round breasts; and the hollow of her silk-smooth belly. A glint of metal
shone at her navel, and I saw that her belly button was pierced; she
wore a simple silver pin through the punctured skin. Lower down, I
glimpsed the pink lace and ribbons with which the waistband of her satin
lavender panties was trimmed. "I'm your reward."
I gulped. "I don't understand."
She laughed. "Please, sit." She patted the couch cushion upon which she
was seated.
I sat.
Her fingers touched my knee, trailing up, lightly, along the inside of
my thigh. The heel of her hand bumped my balls. There was an obvious
bulge in the crotch of my pants, the outline of my erection clearly
visible beneath the taut fabric. Her dainty hand continued to trace the
contour of my leg, sliding around the clump of my testicles and along
the stiff, swollen column of flesh into which my straining cock had been
transformed by the loveliness of her feminine face and form. The sharp,
manicured nails lightly scratched my groin. When she spoke, her voice
was husky with desire. "Let me reward you for your honesty. This
bracelet means the world to me."
Her delicate fingers massaged my prick through my slacks, and I moaned.
She unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly, and I stood for a moment,
kicking off my loafers, snatching off my socks, and removing my trousers
and underpants. My stiff-standing cock pointed past my navel.
Jaime's hand closed upon the swollen shaft, giving it a tender, playful
squeeze. "That's quite a specimen of manhood," she complimented me.
I knew she was flattering me, because, erect, my prick is only about
five and a half inches long. Still, women have assured me, that's quite
a mouthful. "Thanks."
Jaime shrugged out of her robe. Now, she wore only her pink-trimmed
lavender panties. Rising, she knelt before me, taking my firm cock in
the smooth, soft palm of her hand. "Let's put it to good use."
She bent low, her luscious lips parting around my member. I felt them
slide down the length of my shaft. Her nose pressed against my pubic
hair, her chin nestling against my balls. She'd taken the whole length
of my cock into her mouth. It felt wonderful to have my manhood
enveloped by the soft tissues of her inner cheeks and the curved trough
of her tongue. As her fingers lightly cupped and squeezed my balls
through the tightened flesh of my contracted scrotum, Jaime began to bob
her head up and down. Her lips traveled back and forth along the length
of my saliva-glistening cock.
"Ooohhh!" I moaned.
Her fingers curled tightly, making a firm fist around the lower portion
of my penis. She stroked the taut flesh up and down on the stiff-
standing member as she licked and kissed and sucked its purple plans
with her lips and mouth.
"Aaahhh!" I groaned.
After a few more pumping strokes of her fist, she removed her hand from
the shaft of my cock and, using only her mouth, fucked me fast and hard,
driving the "O" of her rounded lips down upon the swollen organ before
withdrawing momentarily so as to be able to plunge her face again into
the tight curls of my pubic hair as she allowed my erection to fill her
mouth and throat.
My prick, already stiff and swollen, became firmer. My balls, already
high and tight inside my risen scrotum, rose still higher and closer as
the taut purse drew tighter still. My knees quivered, and the muscles in
my thighs twitched and jerked. Inside Jaime's warm, wet mouth, my erect
penis strained and lurched. These stirring sensations--and the flood of
pleasure that was building within my loins--told me that orgasm was not
far away.
Apparently, Jaime, too, sensed the proximity of my ecstasy, for she let
my cock slide free of her lips. Closing her dainty fist about my wet and
shining organ, she squeezed the shaft firmly several times, a tactic
that I had used myself on many occasions to slow the building crescendo
of orgasm and prolong the rising climax of physical and emotional
feelings that fast rose toward the point of no return. Her skill in
controlling my passion were those of an expert. With several insistent
squeezes of her fist, she signaled to my nervous system that it would be
she who would determine when I came. My cock actually responded by
softening a little! Never had I known a woman with such mastery of my
manhood. She handled a cock as if she had one of her own. It was truly
amazing that a woman could discern the passion building inside a man and
retard its progress with a few short, decisive squeezes of her fist.
Nevertheless, Jaime had accomplished no less a feat than this, and my
penis had obeyed her silent commands.
Jaime smiled, satisfied at her success. "We don't want you to come too
soon, do we?" she asked.
I made no reply, understanding her question to have been rhetorical.
She pulled upon my cock. "Slide forward," she commanded, "to the edge of
the cushion."
I did as I'd been bidden, scooting my bare ass over the silk upholstery
until my buttocks were poised upon the edge of the couch.
Leaning forward again, Jaime pressed her cleavage against my penis so
that my cock lay--or stood--between the satin-smooth mounds of her
breasts. Cupping these perfect globes in her hands, she pushed them
together, so that the trough between them vanished and all I felt about
and along the shaft of my prick were the sleek cushions of her beautiful
boobs. She jiggled her upper body, moving her chest up and down. Her
breasts pumped themselves back and forth against and along my cock. As
she fucked me with her tits, Jaime moved the fabulous orbs in her
clutching hands, shaking and bouncing and compressing them about my
trapped penis. Once again, my cock was rock hard; it lurched and
strained between her soft-firm breasts, not only wanting, but needing,
the sweet, sudden, powerful; release of orgasm and ejaculation.
It seemed that Jaime, once more, had somehow monitored the level of my
physical arousal. Abruptly, she leaned back, straightening her spine as
she withdrew her tits from my cock. I must have looked puzzled, because
she said, "I want you to finish in my ass."
She stood, her back toward me, and I watched as she tucked her thumbs
under the sides of her ribbon-and-lace-festooned panties' waistband,
easing the silk undergarment down her lean thighs, past the hollows of
her knees, and over her smooth, shapely calves. She stepped out of the
pink-trimmed lavender panties, leaving them on the carpeted floor. Her
ass was the most beautiful I had ever seen. The hemispheres of her
buttocks were smooth and firm. I placed my hands upon their sleek
contours, letting them follow the sloping curves around her hips and
across the undersides of her glorious backside. The cushiony mounds were
soft without being flabby and smooth as porcelain but, of course, warm
with the blood of life. I could have held them forever without tiring of
their buoyant weight or their sleek feel. Jaime's splendid ass, like her
beautiful boobs, put other women's charms to shame. She was as superior
to other females in her physical attributes as she was superior to them
in her lovemaking skills. To see her bare ass was to want, beyond all
things, to fuck it, and, most desperately, I wanted to plunge my manhood
into the snug opening between her ass cheeks and shag her as hard and
long as I had the strength and stamina to endure such a wonderfully
pleasant enterprise.
As before, Jaime took the initiative, settling back, her thighs parted
over mine and her precious rump seated in my lap, my cock up her ass. It
felt wonderful to feel my stiff, swollen member slide past the velvet-
soft cheeks of her soft-firm buttocks, through the small, tight opening
of her anus, and deep into the bowels of her ass. Then, after pausing to
reflect upon the sensation of having her bottom crammed full of thick,
hard cock, she lifted her derriere, leaning forward, and let her impaled
anus slide back down, around the shaft that speared it. Up and down, she
lifted her skewered ass, allowing my cock to plunge home again and
again, all the way to the balls, increasing the tempo and the force with
which she drove and lifted her backside. It was heaven to have my erect
prick inside her anal passageway. I wanted her to enjoy this moment as
much as I was enjoying it, and I reached around her thin waist, toward
her genitals, intending to pleasure her as she was pleasuring me, by
fondling and caressing her cunt and clitoris. She tensed, sitting bolt
upright, and her hand seized my wrist, flinging my questing hand away
from her groin.
Concerned, I asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she said. After a moment's pause, she added, "I just want you
to focus on yourself."
"I can focus on myself while I masturbate you," I replied.
"No" is all she said.
I shrugged. If she didn't want my attentions, I wasn't going to force
them upon her. It was more than enough for me to enjoy the delightful
sensations of her riding my cock with her asshole.
I closed my eyes, concentrating on just my cock and balls and the snug,
sliding feel of her anus as it dropped and rose upon the shaft of my
prick. Again and again, the tight circle of her sphincter lowered itself
around my cock, rose along its rigid length, and descended again,
repeating the up-and-down cycle of its motion as efficiently as if it
were a mechanical ring that worked according to the mindless, automatic
efficiency of machine. The regular, insistent sensations of having my
cock stroked by Jaime's relentlessly thrusting-pulling anus increased
the fluttery, tickling feelings in my genitals and groin, and I knew
that, once again, I was near orgasm. My balls were high inside my tight,
risen scrotum, and my penis seemed to pulse inside Jaime's rectum. Any
moment, I thought, I would lose control and begin to spew my semen deep
into her bowels.
Once again, wanting her to share my passion, I reached around her waist;
once again--this time, silently--I was rebuffed as my hand was caught in
hers and tossed aside.
I opened my eyes, watching her beautiful buttocks dimple and contract as
she lifted her ass, allowing my stiff, hard cock to slide free of her
rectum. Then, the dimples vanished as her ass cheeks, relaxing, lowered
again upon my stiff-standing prick, and my rigid organ once again
vanished within the circle of her anus to slide deep into her rectum. I
watched my member vanish and reappear again and again between her sleek,
round buttocks, and my balls began to ache, just as my prick began to
jerk and thrash within her anal-rectal embrace. Then, orgasm seized me,
and my convulsing cock spurted jet after thick, warm jet of my warm,
sticky seed into Jaime's depths. I moaned again, lifting my hips to jam
my cum-spewing prick as far into my lover's ass as possible, and
surrendered my consciousness to the overpowering sensations that swept
through me like a fire or a flood, feeling only my lurching, straining
penis inside Jaime's rising-falling buttocks, and the semen that surged
in gushing spurts from the depths my seemingly imploding balls. I could
not help myself. Although I'd twice been denied access to Jaime's
genitals, I sought them again, and, this time, was allowed to touch her
private parts.
My brows knitted in confusion. I'd assumed I'd make contact with a
sopping wet cunt and the hard nub of an erect clit; instead, what my
fingers found was a cock, stiff and swollen like my own, and a pair of
balls inside the tight pouch of a smooth-skinned scrotum. Despite her
fabulous face; her beautiful breasts; her narrow, feminine tummy; her
long, shapely legs; and her gorgeous fanny, Jaime Hall was equipped with
a cock and a pair of balls rather than a pussy! She was a he!
"What the hell?" I mumbled, shocked but not outraged. I snatched my
fingers away, and looked at them. They were smeared with the thick,
warm, wet, sticky semen that my lover's own intense passion had
produced. I had a man's cum on my fingers!
I knew that I should be disgusted, but I wasn't. I should be angry, but
I wasn't. I should be shocked and horrified. Instead, I was excited. I
was charmed. I was delighted. I put my fingertips to my lips. I tasted
the nectar of her loins. It was salty. It was delicious. I licked her
semen from my fingers, tasting it again and again, until there was no
more of this food of the gods to sample. Greedy, I was disappointed that
there was no more to taste.
Jaime remained seated upon my lap as my cock dwindled inside her rectum
and eased out of her asshole, trailing the last drops of my semen
between her butt cheeks. "What do you think of me, now that you know my
secret?" she asked me. Her voice was soft and tentative.
"The same as before," I admitted. "You're beautiful, sexy, and more
feminine than most women I've known or met."
"My father didn't think so," she confessed, "not at first. He thought me
a freak of nature, a perversion and a fraud. But I had to take hormones.
I had to undergo electrolysis. I had to have surgery. I had to have
breasts. I had to become who I am inside. I had to be a woman--in all
details except my genitals. Strangely, I could not bring myself to part
with my penis or my testicles. Later, I learned that many transgendered
people decide to retain the genitals with which they were born. I guess
I'm more of a hermaphrodite than a total transsexual, if that makes any
sense. Anyway, eventually, Daddy got used to the idea that her son,
James, was born to be his daughter, Jaime. When I turned sixteen, he
flew me to Europe, so that I could begin my transformation. Two years
later, I returned here, to his home, and he gave me the bracelet that
you returned to me to mark the occasion of my coming out party. That's
why it means so much to me. It's my father's expression of acceptance
and love."
"I'm glad I found it," I replied.
"I'm glad you returned it."
As my fingers toyed with her sperm-slick dick, I kissed the side of her
neck, through her thick, radiant blonde curls, my other hand cupping one
of her splendid breasts. "Me, too," I said. Both her cock and her
nipples began to stiffen and swell, as did my manhood. "Honesty really
is the best policy."
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