Jensen's seen his share of exotic New Orleans parties in his time as a caterer, but when he's called to serve an entirely different sort of sausage, he quickly finds himself overwhelmed... and his shemale customers find themselves satisfied.
This 4,000 word short story is strictly for adult audiences, featuring a man's first time savoring the taste of shemale passion.
An excerpt:
Jensen's eyes went down, then back up. "Well, ma'am, I can say that you look beautiful and I can also say that I'm really lucky to be working here. Are you, ah..."
The woman in the purple mask drummed her own flesh with her fingers, tapping her hip and still smiling, her lips deep red.
Jensen cleared his throat and straightened himself up. "Would you like some sausage, ma'am," he said, even as he could see the grin dawning on the woman's lips. His head slumped forwards then, even as she kept herself to a small laugh and one hand reaching over to lift up and toy with a plastic fork.
"I imagine that you've gotten quite a few answers to that question tonight, haven't you?" the woman in the purple mask asked, still smiling.
"Yes ma'am, I sure have," Jensen said, carefully. "Anyway, we have a few different choices here, we have andouille with chicken and pork, we have some crawfish boudin, some rice for the side..."
The woman with the purple mask said, "That's not the sausage, of course, that you're looking at."
"No ma'am," Jensen said, his face coloring, "I apologize, I uh - I mean, I've worked some parties before, but I haven't ever..."
Language
English
Pages
18
Format
Kindle Edition
Release
March 20, 2013
Shemale Sausage Tray (First Time Group Blowjob Shemale Erotica)
Jensen's seen his share of exotic New Orleans parties in his time as a caterer, but when he's called to serve an entirely different sort of sausage, he quickly finds himself overwhelmed... and his shemale customers find themselves satisfied.
This 4,000 word short story is strictly for adult audiences, featuring a man's first time savoring the taste of shemale passion.
An excerpt:
Jensen's eyes went down, then back up. "Well, ma'am, I can say that you look beautiful and I can also say that I'm really lucky to be working here. Are you, ah..."
The woman in the purple mask drummed her own flesh with her fingers, tapping her hip and still smiling, her lips deep red.
Jensen cleared his throat and straightened himself up. "Would you like some sausage, ma'am," he said, even as he could see the grin dawning on the woman's lips. His head slumped forwards then, even as she kept herself to a small laugh and one hand reaching over to lift up and toy with a plastic fork.
"I imagine that you've gotten quite a few answers to that question tonight, haven't you?" the woman in the purple mask asked, still smiling.
"Yes ma'am, I sure have," Jensen said, carefully. "Anyway, we have a few different choices here, we have andouille with chicken and pork, we have some crawfish boudin, some rice for the side..."
The woman with the purple mask said, "That's not the sausage, of course, that you're looking at."
"No ma'am," Jensen said, his face coloring, "I apologize, I uh - I mean, I've worked some parties before, but I haven't ever..."