http://www.mrdouble.com HIRED HAND F/MMM/MAS HIRED HAND -------------------------------------------------------------------------- -- HELP WANTED FEMALE RANCH HAND TO ASSIST THE HANDICAPPED AT A RESORT DUDE RANCH. Candidates must have small, soft, dainty, delicate hands with manicured fingernails polished in red. Good pay. Room and board included. Benefits. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- Tammy needed a summer job. The ad in the newspaper looked like it might be up her alley. She wondered why they emphasized the hands. Kind of strange, she thought. Tammy is a sixteen year-old high school junior. She is an attractive young lady, short 5'7", 110lbs, dark hair, and innocent. Her mother and sister did most of the house work, cleaning, and washing dishes. Tammy's hands fit the requirements except for one thing. She didn't wear fingernail polish. Tammy was still a virgin. She's kind of old fashioned, in that she wants to save herself for the man she marries. She knew, however that the boys all wanted to get into her panties, but so far she has managed to hold them off. Taking this job at the dude ranch would keep her occupied for the summer, plus she could make a little money, and stay out of trouble with the boys. Her mom thought it was a good idea, even though she hated the fact that she would be away for the summer. Tammy got up early the next morning and applied some dark red fingernail polish to her nails, then let them dry. Then she packed some casual clothes (a couple of pairs of jeans, tee shirts, bras, panties, and bobbie sox). Her young, slim body was one of budding womanhood as she put on a fresh white bra and white flowered panties. The jeans hugged Tammy's ass tightly and the tee shirt stretched with the pressure of her budding breasts. She said goodbye to her mom and caught the bus for the half hour ride to the dude ranch. The ranch was a large, well kept, single level building, but it did not look like your typical resort dude ranch. She walked inside and entered the room that said 'OFFICE'. A tall, gray-haired woman who looked to be in her fifties greeted her. "Hi i'm Victoria." Victoria looked Tammy up and down and was pleased with what she saw. Tammy introduced herself and after some small talk Victoria started to inter- view Tammy. "Tammy, as you probably noticed this is not your ordinary resort ranch. We take care of about fourteen men who are handicapped. They have a severe form of arthritis in their hands and feet. They are for the most part limited to their wheel chairs and your job will be to spend some time with each of them on a daily basis and perform some personal services for each. You must be their hands and feet. Your hours will be from 9 am to 5 pm. You will have an hour for lunch. We have a private gym for you to work out in and keep your body in shape. This is for your use after hours. The rest of your time is for your own personal use. You will be paid 500 dollars a week, plus tips, room and board. Do you think you might be interested, Tammy?" Tammy thought to herself 'wow, 500 dollars a week. that's a lot more money than I expected. Should be easy work taking care of these men.' Tammy finally said, "Oh yes, I would be very interested in the position." Victoria continued, "Now Tammy, may I take a look at your hands?" Tammy extended her hands to Victoria. Victoria inspected her hands very carefully and was taken with how soft and warm they felt. This young bitch never did a hard days work in her life. Her nails were short and trimmed at the finger line. The red nail polish contrasted nicely with the white skin of her fingers. 'Perfect', Victoria thought. 'She would not scratch or bruise the men in her charge'. She looked at Tammy's body again. At how the jeans fit around her full ass, how the young budding titties stood out at attention in the thin white tee shirt. 'mmmmmmmm Tammy would be very stimulating to these men', Victoria thought. "Yes, they're beautiful Tammy", Victoria said, "You can start right away." Victoria led Tammy to her room. The room was beautiful with flowered wallpaper and a large queen-sized bed with flowered bedspread on top. The room had a private bathroom. Tammy was impressed. "You may have an hour to freshen up, then report to room #1 and spend a half an hour with Mr Jamison, then move to room #2 and help out Mr. Foster for a half an hour. After your done, you may then take an hour for lunch. We prepare meals on the premises and you my eat with us if you wish. After lunch, I will give you the schedule for your visits with the rest of the men. Any questions?", concluded Victoria. Tammy still was wondering, 'what is this thing about my hands' but decided not to pursue the issue. "No" answered Tammy. "Ok then", Victoria concluded, "I think that you will enjoy your stay with us." Victoria then excused herself and left the room. Tammy went to the bathroom, washed up with her perfumed soap, applied a very light coating of make-up to her face, and combed out and sprayed her hair. An hour had passed and she was ready to see Mr. Jamison in room #1. Tammy knocked on the door of room #1. She heard the words "enter" through the door. She opened the door and walked in. Mr Jamison was sitting in his wheel chair. "Hello, my dear. You must be the new girl." "Yes sir, I just started today", replied Tammy. Jamison's hands were stiff and could not be bent. He looked to be about 50 years old. He said matter-of-factly "Your so beautiful, my dear. I'm glad your here, because I have to pee. Roll me to the toilet." Tammy got behind the wheel chair and pushed it to the bathroom in front of the toilet. "Unzip my fly and take it out, my dear." Tammy recoiled in shock. He wants me to take his 'thing' out of his pants. "Hurry, my dear. I have to go NOW." Tammy bent over and unzipped the man's fly and carefully took Jamison's cock out of his pants. It was soft and about 3 inches long. Tammy thought she heard a moan escape his lips. The stream of urine makes a load noise as it hits the toilet as Jamison pees. "Shake it off please", requested Jamison. Tammy's soft, delicate hands slowly shook off Jamison's dick, releasing the final drops of his urine. Her hands are so soft and warm on his dick. "mmmmmmmmmm", Jamison moaned. Tammy noticed that it got bigger as she started to put it back inside his fly. "Don't put it back yet", whispered Jamison, "pull it, jack it." "JACK IT?", asked Tammy. "Yes, my dear, make a loose fist with your hand and jack it back and forth." Tammy did as instructed and jacked it slowly. She heard moaning sounds and saw that Jamison's eyes were closed. Tammy looked at his cock as it enlarged and filled her hand. She heard Jamison whisper, "sweet lady, your hand is soo hot....ohhhh yes..." Pre-cum began to emerge from the tip of Jamison's dick. He began to shake uncontrollably in his wheel chair. He said erotic things to Tammy as he was lost in the sweet grip of Tammy's hand. "Oh shit...good lady...my queen...ohhhhhhhhh..." Jamison grabbed Tammy's other hand and kissed it humblely. "My queen", he said again. Then it happened. A loud moan erupted from Jamisons mouth. The hard dick also erupted. Ropes of cum shot out as the man dropped his load. Tammy held on. She realized then that when she holds a man's cock in her hands she has the power and the control over that man. She liked it. The dampness of her panties told her that she liked it. The soft, warm, white hands continued to jack the dick until Jamison's balls were drained. He was milked dry. "Wipe me off, my dear." Tammy got some tissues and slowly cleaned Jamison's cock and balls. (Later at future sessions, she would use a pair of her used cotton panties to wipe it off which would please the men even more). "Your better than the other girl. It's your hands...they're so tender and precious. I know that your time with me is about up. Before you leave, go to the dresser and take the money." Tammy went to the dresser and saw a crisp $100 bill on it. She took it. "Thank you, Mr Jamison." Again Jamison grabbed her hands and kissed both of them. He said softly, "so precious..." Tammy left room #1 with a hundred dollars and went to room #2. Willie Foster was a very dark black man. His hands were mangled in an automobile accident. He saw the tight jeans and how they hugged Tammy's ass and smiled. The young white girls always got to him...always did it for him. "Are you going to take care of me Miss Lady?" "Yes", replied Tammy. He looked down. Tammy followed his eyes to the big bulge in his pants. Tammy got on her knees and slowly unzipped the front of his jeans. Her girlfriends always told her about how big a black man's cock was. It took a few seconds to get his dick out. It was dark and hard (about 9" long and 1" in diameter). It was a pretty picture: A young white teenager on her knees, holding a dark black man's 9" cock in her soft white hands. He gasped for breath just like Jamison did when he felt her hands hold him. Tammy jacked it slowly. Willie moaned loadly as the soft hands did their work. "Ohhhh Missy..." "Yes?", answered Tammy stopping her hand movements. "Your hands...No, don't stop...pleaseeee don't stop", Willie begged. Tammy continued doing Willie. She needed to use both hands to hold him. Willie's hips started an up and down motion as he fucked Tammy's hands. He was sweating. Tammy's hair was in Willies face as she jacked him. Willie could not help but to inhale the sweet smell of her hair and body. 'Her hands are better than pussy', thought Willie. "Rub my balls please MIssy?", gasped Willie. Tammy took her left hand and reached under his cock and touched the tight, dark, hairy balls. She rubbed them slowly. Willie went into spasms and held on to Tammy's shoulders. Tammy asked softly, "Am I doing it right Mr. Foster?" "OH YES...YES..", yelled Willie "Oh Miss Lady....I'm cu...cumming..OHHHHHHHH..sweet jesus...oooooooooooo." And it happened. Willie shot off a big load. Some of which landed on Tammy's tee shirt. Tammy continued to milk him and manipulate him with her hands until he was spent. Willie sobbed softly after it was over. He said over and over "Your hands...your hands..I've never felt hands like yours....Ohhhh Missy." Willie then kneeled before her and kissed her hands. Tammy then got bold. "My tip, Mister Foster?" "Missy, my wallet is on the table. Take the money that's in it." Tammy peeled off three twenty dollar bills. "Thank you, Mr Foster, my time is up." Tammy left room #2. After lunch at 1:00pm, Tammy went to the office and met with Victoria. Victoria gave her the schedule, which consisted of half an hour visits to rooms 3 thru 14. Then her first day would be over. She would start back at 9:00am the next morning beginning at room #1 (Mr Jamison again) thru #6. Then take lunch between 12:00nn - 1:00pm. Then service rooms #7 - 14 from 1:00pm - 5:00pm. After meeting with Victoria, Tammy wnent back to work in room numbers 3 thru 14. Her first day was over at 7:00pm. She knew now why her hands were considered so important in the performance of her duties. She had gifted hands. Hands that would please men. Hands that would MAKE men pay and pay good. Tammy made over a thousand dollars in tips from the 14 men that first day by assisting them when they had to pee, jacking them off, and playing with their balls. After that first day, Tammy went to the beauty parlor and had her hair washed and styled. She bought expensive oils and perfumes to put in her bubble baths. She knew that these aromas excited the men. She also bought expensive panties and little short Catholic school style skirts. She also bought loose white blouses with short sleeves that she wore for them. When Tammy jacked the men off, she would make sure that when she bent over, the white blouse would hang loose exposing her low cut white bra. That her skirt would ride up and show off her tight white panties hugging her virginal pussy. Their loads would drop fast and furiously. Tammy is a business woman now. A professional. Men keep her. She is a kept woman. Her college tuition is now paid for. Her clothes, her hair and her toiletries; the things that keep a woman looking and smelling like a lady are all paid for by the ranch and the men at the ranch. And most importantly, Tammy is still a virgin. Still saving it for the lucky man that will be her husband, before she 'gives it up' for the first time. 500 dollars a week from the ranch. $ 500 At least 500 dollars a day in tips from 14 men. Mon - Fri $2,500 --------- $3,000 a week x 52 weeks ---------- $ 156,000 a year Tammy knows that she has one thing to thank for all of her good fortune, Her hands. HANDS THAT ROCK THEIR WORLD....AND KEEPS HER IN HER WORLD.