Transformation of Mr. Price – Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Transformation of Mr. Price – Chapter 1

... tip please, it is my pleasure to be of service,” and she left. I poured a scotch from the minibar and switched on the TV, muting it on a weather channel and then flipped through the hotel guide that was on the desk. It was the usual listing full of services and advertising. I looked up and the weather channel had the most stunning woman I had seen on this station. She was tall and slender and her figure was as perfect as anyone could describe. She was dressed modestly yet I could tell she was very busty and her hips were perfectly sized to her frame but really provided that hourglass figure that I found attractive. The scotch had not yet effected my brain to the point that arousal was subdued. Within a couple minutes of watching her on the TV my fantasies developed into an erection, such as it was. At this point I need to explain to the reader, all my life I had been embarrassed at how poorly I was equipped. As a school k** I hated gym class, the teasing about my cock and balls reached a new low in high school with names of “Sissy, Girly Boy,” and others left me feeling inadequate. When aroused I was about 4” long and although I was able to pleasure myself and never had a female sexual partner complain, I really was uncomfortable with the way I looked. When not aroused my cock barely showed at all and this is what had led to all my embarrassment. So my arousal over the weather girl barely showed, but my hand went to my hard cock and I began stroking it. I sat the drink down ...

... and stripped naked and began stroking as I watched her on the screen. My fantasy was building, she was in my room, and I unzipped her dress letting it fall open in back. I pulled the dress off her shoulders and it fell to the floor, she was wearing a pretty white lace bra and her areolas and nipples showed plainly through the fabric. I stroked faster imagining the sheer lace panties that showed a small strip of hair just above her crease that was tight but pronounced. I ran my hand down her shoulders and unhooked her bra, her tits were full and ripe, I cupped them and felt her hand on my cock. And then I felt myself tense and my orgasm boiled up out of my groin and spurted out of my cock. My semen was hot and slick and I smeared it over the tip of my cock imagining it was her hand with those long slender fingers. And then it was over. I wiped my cum covered fingers on my t-shirt lying on the floor and leaned back in the arm chair I was setting in. My tiny cock throbbed again, oozed a bit of cum, and then, as always, vanished as quickly as it had hardened. I took a sip of scotch, the amber liquid brunt all the way down, and I started to relax. “I need to get to bed,” I thought to myself, took another sip, and then it was dark! “Oh my,” Ah Lam whispered to herself, “You fell asl**p in your chair,” she said as she pulled my robe closed over my nakedness without me being aware of her presence. “I am so sorry to disturb you,” she said as she tapped my hand that was resting on the ...