Hot Ladyboy Story
When Jasmine, a Thai ladyboy, moved into a small town in Iowa the locals didn’t know what had hit them. She was instantly the talk of the town; initially for being so different and exotic but once she opened her club her reputation spread right across the county and state line.
It was only a really small place with just room enough for eight tables. But you just about had to fight your way to get into her club. Each evening Jasmine would perform her lip synching and dance routine for about an hour, which was just about the most glamorous thing the locals had ever seen. The rest of the time she mingled with her guests, mostly couples because most men were too afraid to come alone, serving drinks and tasty Thai snacks.
Jasmine was, after numerous operations, the absolute epitome of feminine beauty and perfection. She was tall and leggy, slim and sassy with cheekbones and lips that most women would die for. Her pale skin was satiny smooth and her dark eyes sparkled with what most people took to be sheer decadence, but was just her good spirits and fun personality. Needless to say she had many of the local men mighty confused. To look at she was all woman, and when she spoke her voice was flirtatious and fluttered like a delicate bird. But there was a tough side to Jasmine; she took no nonsense in her club. And when she was angry she bellowed like a man, her voice dropped down the scale into a booming bass as she ejected the trouble makers.
Jasmine never set out to broadcast the fact that she had all her man bits, but she never hid the fact if anyone asked. She was just Jasmine, the most exotic flower in that little corner of Iowa; the best dancer many of the men had ever seen, the sexiest woman, the most seductive beast and yet….shit! she had a dick. So most men lusted after her from afar, enjoying the sight of her perfect tits when she stripped off to the waist at the end of her show and wondering where she hid her tackle. But Gary, a big beefy corn and hog farmer, just couldn’t take it in.
How could she be a guy, he asked his friends when they told him about this exotic dancer in their midst. He was divorced and had to wangle and invite to join a couple he knew at the club. To be seen alone at such a place might raise a few eyebrows, if Jasmine was a ladyboy, as everyone said she was.
The first time Gary saw Jasmine he was blown completely away. She was simply the most beautiful, most feminine, sexiest woman he had ever seen in his life. He thought woman like this only existed in Hollywood, yet here she was prancing about the stage and high kicking the night away. How could she have a dick and balls, where would she keep it in the skimpy costumes that she wore? surely it would show? Gary was not convinced. What he was seeing was a beautiful woman perform the sexiest act he could imagine. People were just being small minded, saying she was a ladyboy, he told himself, and he dismissed fact as gossip.
Nothing Gary did got get Jasmine off his mind after that first time. He wanted to see her perform as often as he could and that meant going to the club alone. He had run out of people to tag along with. People were starting to talk about Gary; and they had started to tease him, asking if he liked a little extra in his women. He knew what they were saying about him yet still he couldn’t stay away. He was never one to buck the trend or be unconventional but he felt physically ill if he didn’t see her dance two or three times a week. And Jasmine had started to notice the big, beefy, blonder farmer who often sat alone.
She liked what she saw because what turned her on was large, solidly built men. Men who looked like they could carry the weight of the world on their shoulders and with nice shapely, solid thighs and butts. Men who could pick her up and cradle her, and hold her while they fucked her. So far none of the locals had been brave enough to slip her a little sausage and she was going hungry. Perhaps the wives all kept their husbands on a tight leash. Gary was the only single man she saw in the club so he would have to be the one.
Jasmine went on a charm offensive, serving Gary extra portions of his favourite snack, lingering for a word or two at his table. He was slowly overcoming his shyness and beginning to talk to this gorgeous creature. The more his friends teased him the more Gary shut out of his mind the question of Jasmine’s gonads. She had a stunningly beautiful face and the most beautiful, firm breasts that a man could ever want, and that is what he concentrated on.
Gary started to open up with Jasmine, like he had done with no other woman since his divorce. He looked forward to their little chats each time he went to the club. Some nights Jasmine would sit with him while she drank a beer, while his friends teased, but neither of them cared anymore. Gary told himself if anything developed between them, he would have to take his chances and see if the rumour was true. And if it was…well, he would cross that bridge when he came to it.
And then one night Jasmine asked Gary to stay behind at closing time. Several of his friends cupped their hands around their balls as they went out and asked Gary if he was ready to receive.
‘People are such shits, sometimes.’ Jasmine said sadly.
‘Don’t worry about them.’ Gary replied.
‘You don’t mind?’ she asked ‘that I’m a ladyboy?’
Here it was at last, the moment of truth. Gary gulped, feeling a momentary panic. But it was too late to back away; he was already more than a little in love with this beautiful, exotic woman. Her cock would have to be one more exotic feature about her.
‘No, I don’t care.’ Gary said.
‘I think you lie.’ Jasmine told him.
Gary blushed, ashamed at being caught out so easily.
‘I would prefer that you were all woman’ he said ‘but you are who you are, and I’m crazy bout you Jasmine.’
‘Good. I like crazy. You don’t have to touch my manhood, if you don’t like.’ she said.
Gary felt terrible. How could he be with someone if he couldn’t be with her completely. What right did he have to pick and choose which bits of her body to love.
‘I want to be with you,’ he said softly ‘let’s not worry about body parts.’
Jasmine led Gary to her apartment upstairs where they settled on the settee and shared a bottle of wine. Gary’s head was in a spin from having her so near, smelling her perfume and feeling her silken skin as she snuggled up close to him. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close for their first kiss. Gary got a shock; he was expecting a sweet, delicate kiss. Instead she was like a hungry tiger, devouring him as she started to unbutton his shirt.
‘Please I’m so horny!’ she wailed. ‘I must have you now.’
Jasmine just about tore the shirt off Gary’s back, revealing his broad, smooth chest with its tiny brown nipples. She pushed him down on the settee and started nibbling on his nipples before kissing across the warm expanse of skin of his chest and down to his belly button. His hard cock throbbed inside his jeans. He had never known sex like this before; if this is what it meant to have sex with a ladyboy, bring it on! She panted heavily as she unbuckled his belt and undid his zipper. She struggled to get his tight jeans off, finally freeing his beercan thick six inch circumcised cock.
It will be continied
