Hired hand

HiLP wanted FEMALE RAND to put the mandipation on an RESORT DUDE RANCH. Candidates must have small, soft, delicate hands with manicured fingernails in red. Well paid. Room and board included. Beefits.

Tammy needed a summer job. The ad in the paper looked like her alley. She wondered why they stimulated the hands. A little weird, she thought. Tammy’s a 16-year-old high school junior. She’s an attractive young lady, short 5'7, 110lbs, dark hair and innocent. Her mother and sister did most of the homework, cleaning and doing the dishes. Tammy’s hands fit in the demands, except one thing. She wasn’t wearing nail polish.

Tammy was a virgin. She’s a little old-fashioned, in that she wants to save herself for the man she’s married. She knew how much the boys wanted in her panties, but so far she managed to stop them. Taking this job at the ranch would keep her busy for the summer, plus she could make a little money and stay out of trouble with the boys. Her mother thought it was a good idea, even though she hated the fact that she’d be gone for the summer.

Tammy got up early the next morning and gave a dark red nail polish to her nails and let them dry. Then she packed some unusual clothes. A few jeans, tee shirts, bras, panties and bobbie Sox. Her young, slimy body was one of the wives when she pulled a fresh white bra and white flower panties. The jeans embraced Tammy’s ass tight and the tee shirt rose with the pressure of her breasts. She said good-bye to her mom and grabbed the bus for half an hour driving to the guy ranch. The ranch was a big, well saved, a level building, but it didn’t look like your typical resort ranch. She walked in and went into the room that said “Officie.” A tall, gray hairy woman who greets her in her 50s. “Hi, I’m Victoria.” Victoria looked Tammy up and down and was happy with what she saw. Tammy introduced herself and after a chat that Victoria started talking to Tammy.

“Tammy, as you probably saw, this isn’t your usual resort ranch. We’ll get 14 men disabled. They have a serious form of arthritis in their hands and feet. They’re for the most limited to their wheelchairs and your job is to spend some time with them on a daily basis and some personal services for each. You must be their hands and feet. Your hours will be 9 to 5:00. You have an hour for lunch. We have a private gym for you to keep your body in shape. This is for your use after hours. The rest of your time is for your own personal use. You get 500 bucks a week, plus tips, room and board. You think you’re interested, Tammy?

Tammy thought of himself “Wow, 500 bucks a week. That’s a lot more money than I expected. It should be easy to take care of these guys. Tammy finally said, “Oh yeah, I’d be very interested in the position.” Victoria moved on, “Now Tammy, can 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 worked hard in her life. Her nails were short and stripped on the fingerline. The red nail polish against the white skin of her fingers. Perfect, Victoria thought. She wouldn’t scratch the men or bruise them. She looked at Tammy’s body again. How the jeans fit her full ass, how the young tits look up in the skinny white shirt. ‘Mm Tammy would be very stimulating for 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 flower wallpaper and a big bed with flour bed spread on top. The room had a private bathroom. Tammy was impressed.

“You may have an hour to freshen up, then report to room 1/2 hours with Mr. Jamison, then move to room 2 and help Mr Foster for half an hour. After your work, you can have lunch for an hour. We’re preparing meals on the ground and you’re eating with us if you want. After lunch, I’ll give you the schedule for your visits with the rest of the men. Any questions? Tammy was still wondering, “what is this with my hands,” but decided not to pursue the problem. “No” answered Tammy. “Okay then”, Victoria concluded, “I think you’ll enjoy your stay with us.” Victoria apologized and left the room.

Tammy went to the bathroom, washed with her perfume soap, gave a very light coating of makeup to her face, and combed out and sprayed her hair. An hour was over, and she was ready to see Mr. Jamison in room one.

Tammy knocked on the door of room one. She heard the words “enter” through the door. She opened the door and walked in. Mr. Jamison was in his wheelchair. Hello, sweetheart. You must be the new girl.” “Yes, sir, I just started,” answered Tammy. Jamison’s hands were stiff and couldn’t be bent. He seemed about 50 years old. He said, “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. I’m glad you’re here because I have to pee. Roll me to the toilet.” Tammy stepped behind the wheelchair and pushed it to the bathroom for the toilet. “On my fly and get it out, my love.” Tammy has returned to shock. He wants me to take his thing out of his pants.

“Hurry, dear. I have to go now.” Tammy arched and undo the man’s fly and took Jamison’s dick out of his pants. It was soft and about three inches long. Tammy thought she heard a moan escape. The urinal cream makes a load of noise when it hits the toilet when Jamison pees. Please shake it out, ask Jamison. Tammy’s soft, delicate hands slowly shake Jamison’s dick, release the last drops of his urine. Her hands are so soft and warm on his dick. “Mmmm”, Jamison moaned. Tammy saw it get bigger when she put it back in his fly. “Don’t do it back”, whispered Jamison, “pull it, jack it.” “JACK it?” asked Tammy. “Yes, my love, make a loose fist with your hand and take it back and forth.” Tammy did as instructed and took it slowly. She heard moaning and saw Jamison’s eyes were closed. Tammy looked at his dick when it magnified and filled her hand. She heard Jamison whispering, “sweet Lady, your hand is so hot… Pre-cum started developing the tip of Jamison’s dick. He started shaking uncontrollably in his wheelchair. He said erotic things to Tammy when he was lost in the sweet grip of Tammy’s hand. Oh shit… good lady… My queen… Jamison took Tammy’s other hand and kissed it humblely. “My Queen,” he said again. Then it happened. A loud moan from Jamison’s mouth. The hard cock’s out, too. A piece of slime fired when the man dropped his load. Tammy held on. She realized when she’s got a man’s dick in her hands, she’s got the power and control of that man. She liked it. The humidity of her panties told her she liked it. The soft, warm, white hands kept jacking the dick until Jamison’s balls were sucked out. He was melted dry. “Slow down, sweetheart.” Tammy got some tissue and cleaned Jamison’s dick and balls. (Later at future sessions, she’d use some of her used cotton panties to wipe it off what the men would like more. “You better than the other girl. It’s your hands, they’re so sensitive and precious. I know your time with me is almost over. Before you leave, go to the dresser and take the money. Tammy went to the dresser and saw a $100 bill on it. She took it. Thank you, Mr. Jamison. Jamison grabbed her hands and kissed them both. He said softly, so precious… Tammy left room 1 with a hundred bucks and went to room 2.

Willie Foster was a very dark black man. His hands were mutilated in a car crash. He saw the tight jeans and how they hugged Tammy’s ass and smiled. The young white girls have always done it for him. Are you gonna take care of me, Miss Lady? “Yes” answered Tammy. He looked down. Tammy followed his eyes to the big bulge in his pants. Tammy was on her knees and slowly opened the front of his jeans. Her friends always told her how big a black man’s dick was. It took a while to get his dick out. It was dark and hard, tall, and one in the diameter. It was a nice picture: A young white teenager on her knees, with a black dick in her soft white hands. He was gonna breathe like Jamison did then. He felt her hands were holding him. Tammy hit it slowly. Willie cried as hard as the soft hands did their job. Ohh Missy… “Yes?” answered Tammy who stopped her hand movements. No, don’t… please don’t stop, Willie begged. Tammy kept doing Willie. She had to use both hands to hold him.

Willie’s hips started a motion when he fucked Tammy’s hands. He was sweating. Tammy’s hair was in Willie’s face when she hit him. Willie couldn’t breathe the sweet smell of her hair and her body. Her hands are better than pussies, Willie thought. “Please rub my balls, MIssy?” Tammy took her left hand and reached under his dick and touched the dark, hairy balls. She rubbed them slowly. Willie went into spasms and held Tammy’s shoulders. Tammy asked gently, “I’m doing well, Mr Foster?” “OH yes, and Willie yelled “Oh Miss Lady… I’m coming. And it happened. Willie fired a big shipment. Some landed on Tammy’s tee shirt. Tammy kept milking him and manipulating him with her hands until he was released. Willie took it easy after it was over. He kept saying about your hands… Your hands… I’ve never felt hands like yours… Willie kneeled for her and kissed her hands. Tammy was bold then. “My tip, Mr Foster?” “Missy, my wallet is on the table. Take the money inside. Tammy stole three $20 bills. “Thank you, Mr Foster, my time is over.” Tammy left room 2.

After lunch at 1:00, Tammy went to the office and met Victoria. Victoria gave her the schedule, which satisfied a half-hour visit to room 3 thru 14. Then her first day would be over.

She started at 9:00 in the morning at 9:00 in the morning at 6:00 in the morning. Then have lunch between noon. Then shift rooms 7 - 14 by 1:00, 5:00.

After meeting with Victoria, Tammy Went back at work in room numbers 3 thru 14. Her first day was at 7:00. She knew now why her hands were so important in the performance of her duties. She had gifted hands. Hands that men want. Hands that make men pay and pay well. Tammy made over a thousand dollars in tips of the 14 men who helped them the first day when they had to pee and play with their balls.

After that first day, Tammy went to the beauty parlor and had her wash her hair and classy. She bought expensive oil and perfumes to put in her bubble baths. She knew these aromas were turning on the men. She also bought expensive panties and short Catholic school skirts. She also purchased white blouses with short cheeks she wore for them. When Tammy took the men, she made sure that if she bowed, the white blouse would hang loose with exposing her low white bra. That her skirt would drive up and make her tight white panties hug her virgin pussy. Their charges would fall fast and furious.

Tammy’s a businesswoman now. Men keep her. She’s a kept woman. Her tuition is now paid. Her clothes, her hair and her toilets, the things that make a woman look and smell like a lady all paid by the ranch and the men on the ranch. And most importantly,

Tammy’s a virgin. Save it for the lucky man who will be her husband before she gives up for the first time.

500 bucks a week from the ranch. At least 500 bucks a day in tips of 14 men. Mon - Fri $2,500 - $3,000 a week - x52 weeks - 156,000 a year.

Tammy knows she has one thing to thank for all her happiness,

Her hands. HANDS that ROCK Their WORLD… And keep her in her world.