Hired hand

He helped win the hand to assist the herd in a court of recognition. The candidates must have small, soft, dainty, delicate hands with polished nails in red. Good payment. Room and board included. Benefits.

Tammy needed a summer job. The announcement in the paper seemed to be his alley. He wondered why they emphasized their hands. Something strange, he thought. Tammy is a sixteen-year-old high school student. She's an attractive young woman, cuts 5'7", 110 pounds, dark and innocent hair. His mother and sister did most of the house work, cleaning and washing dishes. Tammy's hands fit the requirements except for one thing. He didn't wear nails.

Tammy was a virgin. He's a little old, he wants to save himself for the man who gets married. She knew, however, that all the boys wanted to get into their panties, but so far she has managed to keep them out. Taking this job at the guy's ranch would keep her busy for the summer, plus she could make some money, and stay out of trouble with the kids. Her mother thought it was a good idea, even though she hated the fact that she would be out for the summer.

Tammy got up early the next morning and applied a dark red nail polish to her nails, and then let them dry. Then he packed some casual clothes (a couple of pairs of jeans, tee t-shirts, bras, panties and sox of bobbie). Her young, thin body was a woman in deernes while she put on a fresh white bra and white flower panties. The jeans hugged Tammy's ass tightly and the t-shirt stretched with the pressure of their breasts on deer. He fired from his mother and took the bus for the half hour trip to the ranch. The ranch was a large building, well maintained, of unique level, but did not look like its typical resort ranch. She went in and entered the room that said "OFFICE." A tall woman with grey hair who seemed to be in her fifties greeted her. "Hello I'm Victoria." Victoria looked at Tammy up and down and was pleased with what she saw. Tammy showed up and after a little talk Victoria started to inter-see Tammy.

"Tammy, as you probably noticed this is not your ordinary resort ranch. We take care of some fourteen disabled men. They have a severe form of arthritis in their hands and feet. They are mostly limited to their wheelchairs and their work will be to spend some time with each of them on a daily basis and perform some personal services for each one. You must be his hands and feet. Your hours will be from 9 am to 5 pm. You'll have an hour for lunch. We have a private gym to work and keep your body fit. This is for use after hours. The rest of your time is for your own personal use. You will be paid $500 a week, plus advice, room and board. Do you think you might be interested, Tammy?"

Tammy thought of himself 'wow, $500 a week. That's a lot more money than I expected. It must be an easy job to take care of these men. Tammy finally said, "Oh yes, I would be very interested in position." Victoria continued, "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 did a hard job in her life. His nails were cut and cut in the finger line. The red nail polish contrasted with the white skin of its fingers. "Perfect," Victoria thought. "She would not scratch or smite the men in her charge." He looked at Tammy's body again. How cowboys fit around their full ass, how young boobs sprouting stand out in the thin white shirt. 'mmmmmmmm Tammy would be very stimulating for these men', Victoria thought.

"Yes, they are beautiful Tammy," Victoria said, "You can start immediately." Victoria took Tammy to her room. The room was beautiful with flowery wallpapers and a large queen size bed with flowery mattress at the top. The room had a private bathroom. Tammy was impressed.

"You may have an hour to cool down, then report to room #1 and spend half an hour with Mr. Jamison, then go to room #2 and help Mr. Foster for half an hour. After finishing, you can take an hour for lunch. We prepare meals at the local and you my food with us if you wish. After lunch, I'll give you the schedule for your visits with the rest of the men. Any questions?" concluded Victoria. Tammy still wondered, 'what's this thing about my hands' but decided not to follow the subject. "No" replied to Tammy. "Ok 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 perfumed soap, applied a very light coating of makeup on her face, and combed and sprayed her hair. It had been an hour and I was ready to see Mr. Jamison in room #1.

Tammy called the room door #1. He heard the words "deliver" through the door. He opened the door and entered. Mr. Jamison was sitting in his wheelchair. "Hello, dear, you must be the new girl." "Yes, sir, I just started today," Tammy replied. Jamison's hands were tough and could not bend. He seemed to be about 50 years old. He said, "Your beautiful, dear. I'm glad you're here, because I have to pee. Take me to the bathroom." Tammy stood behind the wheelchair and pushed her into the bathroom in front of the toilet. "Let go of my fly and take it, dear." Tammy went back in shock. He wants me to take his "thing" off his pants.

"Hurry, dear, I have to go now." Tammy bowed and woke up the man's fly and carefully grabbed Jamison's dick from his pants. It was soft and about 3 inches long. Tammy thought he'd heard a magician escape his lips. The urine flow makes a load noise by hitting the toilet like Jamison urine. "Take it off please," Jamison asked. Tammy's soft and delicate hands slowly shook Jamison's dick, releasing the final drops of his urine. His hands are so soft and hot on his dick. "mmmmm, Jamison shook. Tammy noticed it got bigger when he started putting it back inside his fly. "Don't put it yet," Jamison whispered, "pull it, jack it." "Return it?" Tammy asked. "Yes, dear, make a fist loose with your hand and take it over and over." Tammy did the instruction and hit him slowly. He heard sounds and saw Jamison's eyes closed. Tammy looked at his cock as he enlarged and filled his hand. He heard Jamison whisper, "sir, his hand is very hot....ohhhh yes..." The substance began to emerge from the tip of Jamison's dick. He started to shake uncontrollably in his wheelchair. He told Tammy erotic things while he was lost in Tammy's sweet hand. "Oh shit... good lady... my queen... ohhh..." Jamison took Tammy's other hand and kissed him humbly. "My queen," he said again. Then it happened. A big rash gem of Jamisons' mouth. The hard dick also burst. The sperm strings are fired while the man dropped his load. Tammy stayed. He realized then that when he held a man's dick in his hands he had the power and control over that man. He liked it. The humidity of his panties told him he liked it. The soft, warm and white hands continued to touch the dick until Jamison's balls were drained. It was dry. "Save me, dear." Tammy has some tissues and slowly cleans up Jamison's dick and balls. (Later in future sessions, she would use a couple of her cotton panties used to clean it that would like men even more). "You better than the other girl. They're your hands... they're so tender and precious. I know your time with me is about to end. Before you go, go to the dressing room and take the money." Tammy went to the dressing room and saw a $100 bill on him. He took it. "Thank you, Mr. Jamison." Jamison took his hands again and kissed them both. 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 a car accident. He saw the tight pants and how they hugged Tammy's ass and smiled. The white girls always got him... they always did it for him. "Are you going to take care of me, Miss Lady?" "Yes," Tammy replied. He looked down. Tammy followed his eyes to the big babo in his pants. Tammy got on his knees and slowly woke up the front of his pants. His girlfriends always told him how big a black man's dick 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 teen on her knees holding the 9" dick of a dark black on her soft white hands. He spent breathing like Jamison did when he felt his hands held him. Tammy hit him slowly. Willie bowed heavily while soft hands did his job. "Ohhhh Missy..." "Yes?" replied Tammy stopping his hand movements. "Your hands... No, don't stop... don't stop, don't stop, Willie begged. Tammy's still doing Willie. I needed to use both hands to hold him.

Willie's hips started a move up and down while he grabbed Tammy's hands. I was sweating. Tammy's hair was in Willies' face as he hit him. Willie couldn't help inhaling the sweet smell of her hair and body. His hands are better than the pussy, Willie thought. "Willie cut my balls, please, Missy?" Tammy took his left hand and reached under his dick and touched the tight, dark and fury balls. He rubbed them slowly. Willie went into spasms and stood on Tammy's shoulders. Tammy gently asked, "Am I doing well, Mr. Foster?" "Yes, yes," said Willie, "Miss... I'm... cutting. And it happened. Willie fired a big load. Some of which landed on Tammy's shirt. Tammy kept milking it and manipulating it with his hands until it was spent. Willie threw herself gently after she finished. He said again and again, "Your hands... your hands... I have never felt hands like yours... ohhhh Missy." Willie then knelt before her and kissed her hands. Tammy got bold. "My advice, Mr. Foster?" "Missy, my wallet is on the table. Take the money in it." Tammy pulled out 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 with Victoria. Victoria gave her the schedule, which consisted of half-hour visits to rooms 3 to 14. Then your first day would end.

It would start at 9:00 the next morning, starting in room #1 (Mr. Jamison again) through #6. Then take lunch between 12:00 and 1:00. Then service rooms #7 - 14 from 1:00pm - 5:00pm.

After meeting with Victoria, Tammy went back to work on room numbers 3 to 14. His first day ended at 19:00. Now he knew why his hands were so important in the performance of his functions. She had hand-delivered hands. Hands that would please men. Hands that make men pay and pay well. Tammy made more than a thousand dollars in advice from the 14 men that the first day helped them when they had to urinate, taking them out and playing with their balls.

After that first day, Tammy went to the beauty room and washed his hair and became fashionable. He bought expensive oils and perfumes to put in their bubble baths. I knew these aromas excited men. He also bought expensive panties and skirts of Catholic style. He also bought loose white blouses with short sleeves he wore for them. When Tammy removed the men, she would make sure that when she folded, the white blouse would stop exposing her low-cut white bra. That her skirt was gonna go up and show her tight white panties holding her virginal pussy. His burdens would fall fast and furious.

Tammy is a business woman now. A professional. Men keep it. She's a kept woman. Your college tuition is paid now. Her clothes, her hair and her toiletries; the things that keep a woman looking and smelling like a lady are paid by the ranch and men at the ranch. And most importantly,

Tammy's still a virgin. You still keep it for the lucky man that will be her husband, before I give it to her for the first time.

$500 a week from the ranch. At least $500 a day on 14 men's advice. Mon - Fri $2,500 - $3,000 a week x 52 weeks - $156,000 a year.

Tammy knows he has one thing to thank for all his good fortune,

His hands. The hands that open your world... And it hits her in her world.