Date: Thu, 6 May 2021 12:33:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: Terry Green <terrygreen822@aol.com>
Subject: Asian Transgender in the Cold

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Those damn clients of mine were driving me insane. At age 25 I was a
millionaire, at 30 I had $5 million, and now a shade under 40 I had $23.5
million to my name. Yes the tax man had taken large chunks, which always
irritated me, in addition to my phone constantly ringing off the hook.
Wall Street never sleeps. The famous quote about New York is accurate for
the financial district, but boroughs in Brooklyn were quite boring. They
might as well be another planet, as being near the bull, made the
landscape nothing but skyscrapers, cranes, and a haven for horn honking
cab drivers. Why did I pick this area to work? Money. "It's all about
the Benjamin's" was my go to phrase, but the long hours, cocaine and
booze filled nights had taken a toll. My ex wife left me, not that I
blamed her, as I was a workaholic. Thankfully she had only asked for $3
million in our prenup, and now my go to girlfriends were "by the hour."
All had fake names from the in call service I used. Candi Lynn, Kitty,
Annabelle, and Ginger were my usual selections, as all were Asian
transgender women. I had romantic relations with black and white ones,
but "Asian magic" was very much true. They were the ones who took my
breath away, and considering what I dropped per hour, that only made
sense. While I didn't like having to wear a condom while having sex,
that was the company's rules, and the escorts insisted that they had to
comply. So many times I wanted to breed them holding on their hips, but
instead my sperm filled up the condom instead. Still it was good fun, and
relieved me of the pressures of headache inducing clients. I often looked
out my office window at the New York skyline, dreaming of just calling it
a day, and moving to the countryside.

Yet there were clients to be billed, and money to be made. Another year
had passed. Finally I decided to refer my clients and their stock
portfolios, to a friend of mine that I had attended Princeton with. This
proved my other cynical friends theory, that the big fish only helped
other big fish, but being a multimillionaire I didn't give a damn.
Strictly business, although I did keep my brokers license for Montana. I
had gotten that as my "pipe dream," but now I was purchasing 400 acres
and a large home about 25 miles east of Missoula. Close enough to the
city, but a rural area, where I could focus on working out, fishing,
hiking, and getting in some deer hunting. Having grown up in a rural
community it made sense, and it only took a few days of wire transfers
and settlement paperwork, to land the property of my dreams.

I'll never forget that summers flight from JFK to Missoula. There was of
course a connection flight in Chicago, but as I relaxed in first class,
my mind wandered off to the moving company. Hopeful they arrived and set
up everything to my liking. My intention was simple, and that was to have
down time. I might get a few clients in Missoula, as there was a
substantial amount of money there, but I decided I would work no more
than twenty hours a week. From Thursday to Sunday of every week I'd be
off, no matter what the NYSE Or NASDAQ did. Bull or bear market? Who
cares, as my track record was successful during both, and a laid back
approach would be more enjoyable. Plus my own savings interest and
portfolio was doing incredibly, so there were no financial concerns.

The landing at Missoula was a little rough. Those damn small planes.
Being 6'4 and 240 pounds of muscle, these were meant for people like me.
Walking out on the tarmac, the wind whipped my blonde hair around,
stinging my blue eyes. It definitely was colder here, and I was grateful
to see the executive driver with the Towncar there. They didn't have the
usual Audi or Range Rover SUV's here, but this was a reasonable
compromise. My driver Andre was dressed sharply in a suit and tie.
"Welcome to Montana Mr. Green, I'm Andre, and ready to take you to your
residence."

A lot of people think high income people are assholes. Okay most are. Yet
having grown up from humble beginnings, I requested Andre please to keep
the partition open. "Did I hear a Tennessee accent?" "Yes sir."
"Call me Terry please." Andre smiled and called me that. He told me
about growing up in Chattanooga, which wasn't too far from my Knoxville.
It was good to reminisce, as we laughed about the heat, the Volunteers at
the university football team we rooted for, and of course about whiskey.
Andre was a very intelligent man, and this car and three others were his
up here. He had done time in the army, and once our created this
executive car fleet company. A good businessman who saw an opportunity
and jumped at it. My type of man.

The landscape was a polar opposite of New York City. Missoula wasn't
that big, and once out, it's rural expanse became stunning in every way.
Night was falling, with stars as clear as I'd ever have seen them. About
forty five minutes we were at the new house, and my real estate agent
earned her commission for a job well done. A spacious Tudor style house,
with a large wrap around porch. Pine trees everywhere and views of
mountains. Andre had to admit, "this is the best looking house I've
seen." He was helpful bringing in some of my luggage, and I saved him
time by grabbing the rest. I tipped him my usual $500 to make up for the
dicks, who didn't take care of their drivers, and he was profoundly
grateful. He gave me his card, and told me "our company will always be
ready for you." Seeing his tail lights drive off I was alone. They went
further out into the darkness, and I walked into the house to get a beer
out to celebrate.

The company had stocked the fridge, freezer, and did a outstanding job
furnishing the home. Most of my computer equipment was up, although the
green beanie style chair could go. The recliner in the living room was
better than advertised. I saw falling asleep in this quite often, and
also it being perfect for watching tv, Netflix, or reading books in. Then
again I only did that so often, and went downstairs to give the gym a
whirl. Sweating on the treadmill, hitting the weights, I worked out hard.
The shower felt so good as the beads of water hit my aching triceps and
legs. A bolt of hormonal energy got me hard, and I jerked my big eight
inches of cock until I saw my sperm rolling circularly following water to
the drain.

Tension relieved, I checked the rest of the home. Outstanding! The tank
of sea fish was open, and I fed them. Sure enough they didn't hesitate
on the pellets, and this was another room to relax in. After exploring a
bit more, I finally got a decent yawn in, which meant it was time to
crash. That happened and was perhaps the best sleep of years. I don't
even remember my head hitting the pillow, as it was just lights out.
Dreams were remembered though, as I had my transgender lover Ginger
riding me. Her little Asian ass clenched around my cock as we kissed, her
sultry perfume filling my nose with her scent and sweat as we fucked like
wild animals. Again I had to jerk off, waking up with a gigantic hard on.
That was going to be a problem. Sure escort services of every city had
traveling sex workers, but transgender ones in Montana were going to be
rare. There's always a negative for each positive, but if Missoula's
agency I had looked up previously didn't provide for my needs, I could
simply schedule and fly one in from another city. From one cockpit to
mine.

Every day I found new hiking places, rarely turned my computers on, and
lifted weights for hours. Blood pressure dropping, this was a good way to
live. My two cars were in the garage, a Range Rover SUV and top of the
line Chevy Silverado pickup truck. Both would be handy here soon, as a
lot of rural areas, and sooner than later the snow would make its
appearance. In New York it got cold, here both vehicles had battery
warming stations. I knew that I'd remote start them upstairs, and set
their heat to full blast. Being a southerner, who adjusted to New York,
this was a far bigger leap than I cared to admit to. Generators were
attached to the house, and I had ordered coats that looked appropriate
for summiting a K7 mountain. Better to be ready though, as I had been to
Alaska on business, and was shocked during my time there what it had felt
like.

True to my desires, I was fine with the twenty hour work week. I was
still making a couple million a year, and yet was running and lifting to
my hearts content. Not many men my age could run 7 minute miles, and over
8 miles or so was very impressive. My sex drive was a source of
frustration, and I jerked off regularly to transgender porn. Soon I would
have no choice but to call the agency. A few days later I did, and to my
surprise, they had a nice looking Asian transgender lady named May. She
was 25, 5'5 and 125 pounds with c cup breasts and a small shaved cock. I
reserved her for all night Saturday. $500 was chump change compared to
the New York rate, but I wanted her to feel comfortable during her stay
with me.

The doorbell rang. It was 5 pm. As I answered it, May was at the front
porch and her security/driver waved to both of us. That must be a pretty
good job, as the newer model BMW took off. I introduced myself, welcomed
May in. She looked absolutely stunning in a black blouse with a silver
necklace, black skirt, and high heels that made her a little taller. Her
eyes, lashes, and pouty lips gave her a innocent look. Those legs were
spectacular, and I looked forward to sliding my hands on them, when the
time was right. May felt at ease, and joined me at the table, where I had
cooked us a dinner of filet mignon, vegetables, and fine wine to pair
with it. She had this smile. Also a shy look, but as she drank more wine,
I noticed her playing with her long black hair. The buzz and our good
chemistry was off the charts, and soon our hands we're together. Her
small hands were topped off by well decorated fingernails, she definitely
took good care of herself, and that cleavage was making me feeling hot
and bothered.

We chatted more, and without noticing, soon we were kissing. She giggled
and smiled. She really was feminine. Soon those kisses involved our
tongues, and I felt one of her hands grabbing my crotch. Oh my. It had
been so long, but my monster cock hadn't skipped a beat, becoming
instantly hard and ready to rumble. We went to the bedroom, kissing more,
and she took off her blouse to reveal a pink bra. I took her bra off,
playing with her nice boobs. Firm with small perky nipples. I sucked her
chest, her seductive perfume, and those pink panties below bulging. Soon
my pants bulge was rubbing against hers, and after getting her dress off,
May kissed me and unbuckled my pants. She also took my shirt off and
gasped, as she saw how hung I am.

It felt so electric when her fingers played with the elastic strap on my
underwear. What a tease. She soon reached down, pulling my hard penis in
her hands, as I moaned with pleasure. It felt so damn good, and she took
her panties off, rubbing her cock with mine as we kissed. Soon she was on
her knees, licking my shaft, and then taking my penis into the back of
her throat. My shoulders and back almost went out of alignment, as her
wet mouth and heat enveloped my manhood. May was a pro and she literally
slurped, oh yes the noise was incredible as she brought my penis into her
mouth for complete control of me. Also she put my cock between her
breasts. Felt so good. Amazing. We kissed more and as I felt her boobs
and cock up, she slid a condom on my erection. Admittedly I was a little
disappointed, but guessing this was international practice nowadays.

Taking her from behind, she had the sweetest peach like ass. Soft shaven
legs, nice feet too that were painted with red toenail polish. Her
necklace was all she wore as we both were naked, and joined at the hip in
a primal mating ritual. Her ass was so tight, May had such a feminine
howl when I throttled her deeply. Playing with her balls she moaned, and
soon I took her from the side so we could kiss. Playing with her tits and
cock, male and female, ying and yang. The best of both worlds. Her soft
arms and legs, her fingers on my hairy chest, oh sliding in and out of
her rear end was so wonderful. My beyond full cock was pummeling, and I
threw her on top of me. Looking into her Asian eyes, she moaned as my
sweaty muscular arms grabbed her face as we kissed with vigor. Electrical
fuses of sexual prowess lit, she started to breathe heavily. Her eyes
closed. Oh yes I felt her cum spray out of her cock all over me.

She turned me on more by putting her fingers on the pools of her cum, and
putting it in her mouth. She continued to ride my hardness, and as the
room spun, her hands were firmly on my testicles urging my sperm to
travel on out. Oh yes she got my sensitive balls, playing with the area
below, leading to an epic orgasm and collapse of pleasure for my whole
body. We hugged for awhile, showered, and went at it again. By the time
her driver was there the next morning, she could barely walk, and I think
my big cock was a lot more than she had ever had in that ass. I kissed
her, gave her a $1,000 tip, and a dozen Roses to say thank you. She had
the warmest smile. Such nice teeth, so feminine, and I'd definitely
arrange for her again.

In the coming months I had her over several times, and she was pretty
damn good company. Quite cerebral , interesting and also mysterious.
Later on I found out she was an agent for Chinese intelligence services.
It's a good thing I didn't have any national security secrets, nor did
I teach her my business acumen. Yet I sure made her feel the fury. That
could describe how the seasons changed. Fall came and left with haste,
and soon it was snowing. The cold just seemed to go through you. My
investment in the snow removal company was a deft move, although
sometimes I'd get out there to acclimate to these conditions. Some snow
storms you couldn't see mere inches from you. While the Range Rover was
great on trail hopping, I used the Silverado to get around. Got to know
some of the locals at the watering holes, and even became involved in a
conservation group. Nice people, and some wonderful endeavors in cleaning
up Missoula, and also keeping outdoor recreation areas accessible.

Missoula was a college town, and also it had a surprising variety of
commercial and industrial interests. The new hot factor, was cloud
storage for data. Most of that was in the DC area, but I met a lot of
people in this field at bars around the city. Lou's Bar and Grille was a
happening place. Again another misperception is that wealthy, eat at
those places with little portions, and some wine that couldn't be
pronounced. Just like anyone else, I enjoyed succulent ribs, beer, and
live music. Every Friday at Saturday night at this establishment, one of
the city's oldest, was usually excellent country bands. Most of them
were local, although one night a Canadian singer took the house down. So
much talent, and all of us at the end of the night, we're sure we saw a
star in the making.

March was still cold, and leaving Lou's, I heard commotion in the
parking lot. A woman and man yelling. Then the distinctive sound of a
slap with her scream. I don't know what the term is, but I will not
allow a woman to be beaten up by a man. It hits every bit of my flesh and
blood in the wrong way, and makes my Irish temper hotter than any solar
flares from the sun. Yes my concealed Smith and Wesson was in my jacket,
but as I assessed the situation, I saw the guy with no weapon and a small
woman on the ground. He continued yelling at her, with spittle coming out
of his mouth. "What the fuck are you looking at?" He had noticed me. I
felt my pulse race. With silent calm but internal range I responded "a
dead man." He looked at me like I was crazy, as he was just as big as I
was. The lady sobbing on the ground said "John enough please!" Big John
came towards me. I bladed my body, and sure enough he attempted to hit me
in the face, but I ducked and then immediately head butted him with the
force of a wrecking ball.

Down on the ground he went. That cracking noise told me I had taken care
of business, but then I heard him yell "I'll get you motherfucker!"
Angered even more I stepped on his back, then walked on his fingertips,
with even more cracking noises and screams of agony from him. He was
done, a bloody mess with busted up hands. I stood near him and told him
to "get out of here." He complied immediately, running like a wounded
cat that lost eight of its nine lives. The lady on the ground looked
stunned. She was maybe 30, probably 5 foot tall at the most, and had a
bruise near her right eye. She was Asian. Rare for a town that was 95%
white. I asked her if she was okay, and she said, "I think. Thank you
for helping me."

"Let's get you to the hospital." She said, "no." That she was
"fine," and we all know that's a dangerous word from a woman. I helped
her up and she couldn't have weighed more than 95 pounds or so. What was
she doing with that jerk? Finally she broke down, and I did what felt
right, which was to console her. She cried in my arms, and in between her
tears and wails of agony, I heard "just so you know I'm not a woman.
I'm a man!" At this point who would care as humans are human? I hugged
her more and said, "it's okay I'm Terry. Terry Green. Let's see to it
that you get somewhere safe." There was more sobbing, and heavy
breathing. Admittedly I was watching my six, to make sure that thug
beating this fellow human being wasn't around, and knew time and
distance, for evasion were the name of the game. Quickly I asked
"what's your name?" "Ruby." Then more crying. "Ruby, we can't
delay this for our safety, let's go to my truck please," and she
cooperated as I got her in the cab.

Driving at fast speed from a unknown situation, I asked Ruby who's head
was down, "do you want to go to the police?" "No!" "Hospital?"
"No!" Finally getting into a mood of consternation, "`my house?"
"Yes, that's ok." Wow Ruby had said three words, we were getting
somewhere. Driving fast but in my head laughing that "I love you " was
also three words. Images of romance with three words, or in this case who
knows. Flying back to the ranch at excess speeds, I wanted to get to more
firepower and resources if necessary, because the answer to volatility is
strength, resolve, and home turf. No one was following us.

I had to pick Ruby up, to bring her inside. On the couch, door locked,
and I brought out tea, water, and a warm wash cloth and aspirin for the
swelling. Other than that I didn't know what to do, but be there as a
supportive person, to another human being who was suffering. Finally Ruby
looked up at me. What pretty Asian eyes despite the bruise, soft lips,
and a dainty figure. Deep down I felt embarrassed for thinking this way,
but at the same time I was ready to help my fellow human traveler out no
matter what.

We are all one human family. All of us suffer on the walk of life. I was
lucky despite rural humble beginnings, to learn from a young age, that
all people are related no matter what. There was serious racial tensions
in Tennessee. Thankfully my parents raised me to judge on character, as
MLK had preached. They had been a part of his civil rights movement, and
told me stories that made me sad, but also provided nourishment for my
soul. They were totally fine with my lifestyle. Dad said it best, "you
got good character and treat people well, so what?" Perhaps not poetic,
and not musical like southern phrases are, but it delivered a message.
Now I had this young lady/guy named Ruby in my living room, with painted
red fingernails, lipstick, and nice flowery perfume but upset.

"Thank you, was it Terry?" A daze of confusion hit as apparently I
didn't know how to react. "Thank you Terry." Her voice was hypnotic. I
got my senses together sitting close by and said "anytime Ruby."
Sitting there a few more, she explained that that man didn't believe her
that she was transgender, and once he found out, he became aggressive. He
started yelling, then out came the slap, and that's apparently where I
entered this real life drama. She started to laugh. "You really kicked
the crap out of him." I finally did and said, "well, guess he deserved
it right?" Although not a fan of violence, men my size were only to
defend, not attack people a third our size. Ruby looked up at me. I
guessed 22 or 23 years old. "Do you hate me because I'm a man who looks
like a lady?" I couldn't stop smiling. Actually started laughing. Ruby
looked at me as if I was crazy. Finally it dawned on me she was
uncomfortable, and I replied, "nope, I've dated and had wonderful
relationships with transgender women. Welcome to my house."

For once Ruby smiled. There was a palatable tension release taking place.
Obviously I wasn't going to tell her about my call girl habit, but found
out her family had disowned her. She had gone to University of Montana on
a foreign exchange student program from South Korea. I smiled as she
majored in finance, and was working on her brokerage license. "You're
looking at a stockbroker." I laughed as she thought I was some kind of
cowboy. Admittedly wearing a leather jacket, western hat, flannel shirt,
and a sidearm I could see her vantage point.

We talked all night long. I brought out some wine I had imported from
Maryland. She and I finished a couple bottles off, and we both passed out
in the living room in the middle of the night. Waking up or something
like that, my eyes foggy, and mind in a similar condition. Did I have a
strange dream about the events from last night? A cup of coffee with a
beautiful dressed transgender woman, in a red nightie she must have found
in a closet appeared. "Good morning Terry." "Good morning Ruby." Her
smile, small perky breasts, and little cock bulge got my blood pumping.
She sat next to me, kissed me on my cheek, and prompted me to drink this
coffee. It helped and soon she brought me a delicious breakfast of
pancakes and bacon from the coffee. Barefoot and looking very attractive,
her long black hair, and some makeup brought out her feminine qualities.
I liked how she sashayed from side to side, and admittedly was starting
to think with my brain downstairs.

We had another good conversation, and she indicated, "she was happy
being here with me." I hadn't realized how lonely I had been. It's one
thing to be with another guy or transgender woman, but what matters the
most is the intellectual and emotional connection. What a delicious meal.
She so kindly massaged my feet in, what she must have learned from Asia.
It was so nice being doted on, and her TLC were really therapeutic to a
guy who had spent his life on conference calls and making trades of
money. Never did it enter my mind that I was lonely, but having Ruby in
the house, was a jolt in the arm of life, laughter, and sweet harmony
that I hadn't known.

Ruby said she didn't have to go back to her apartment, and I was
relieved, as it was like she read my mind. We sat together all day
chatting about life, her growing up overseas, and the pains of being
transgender and bringing dishonor to her family. I cried with her,
holding her close to me. Hours went on and seemed like piano notes of
mere seconds, as I finally discovered lunch was needed. Ruby insisted on
making it, but I told her to just "relax, and let me take care of it."
The steaks and sides came out perfectly, and I brought more of western
Maryland's vintage out. We drank and looked in each other's eyes. It
was like we had known each other a lifetime. Ruby kissed me. Her lips
were so soft, tender, and full of electrical vigor that made me churn
down below with pure aggression to just take her.

She didn't resist when I picked her up, and her shaved legs wrapped
around me, as we kissed with intensity. Her hands around my neck, my
penis hardening with both of our breathing changing, we were on the king
sized bed in no time. Kissing, my hands took her top off. Oh she had nice
little perky tits. As I sucked her nipples she whimpered in pleasure, and
eventually I just took the red silky outfit off, sucking her small shaved
penis. All the way in my mouth. Licking her rear end, she got extremely
hard, and convulsed with eye rolling and a smile that made me even more
aggressive. Soon she was down on my penis, her diminutive fingers wrapped
around my monster, that wasn't friendly and going to take care of her
one way or the other.

She smiled and our eye contact was viscerally thrilling. I said something
that made no sense, there was no translation for what it felt to be in
her mouth with that Kimber tongue of hers swirling around my cock head.
Our collective nudity was so sexy, and her perfume made me twitchy, and I
fingered her to find the tightest ass I'd ever felt up. In and out. She
closed her eyes, moaning, and finally I got behind her to start what
would be a wonderful experience. Inserting I went in easy. She just kept
saying "you're huge, you're huge" in her accented English, and I
couldn't believe how my cock squeezed in with no room to spare. So
tight, wet with lube, and internal cumming no doubt about it. My whole
body had goosebumps, as I started to pump Ruby with purpose.

Soon she was on the end of the bed, shaved legs open, and my penis
disappearing into her. Seeing my cock, the very essence of my male hood
enter that ass, was visual eye candy. Sounds of clicking, my precum and
lube, the scents and pulsating of being together was truly erotic and
exotic. Her perky nipples were fun to play with, as we kissed and made
love. I felt her penis erupt on my abdomen as we continued to tighten up,
to have two become one in the most symphonic of sexual experiences. Music
was being made, and her riding me, that long hair on my chest and our
eyes searching each other. We were interlocked on one mission, and i
howled as a wild animal would, as I blew my DNA inside her at an intense
rate. Oh yes I had bred her completely, and now the molecular strands of
my essence, were in her like a pearl in a oyster.

Ruby and I became very close, and she moved in with me. Every night she
was between my legs, slurping up my penis, and taking my hardness inside
her as we both climaxed. We always went at it, but night was our best
prime time, and showering with her was pleasant. Once I discovered she
liked being cum on her tits I did that to please her, but most of the
time she had to be bred. That tight little Asian ass needed to be
stretched, and my cock had to be inside her. We took breaks to eat, I
also helped her get her stock and broker licenses. My young fiancé is now
working with clients, as I oversee the construction of our new jacuzzi.
The construction workers can't take their eyes off of her. I don't
think any of them know, but it makes me horny, to know their balls are
full of sperm for my beloved Ruby. I have it made with the love I didn't
know I needed, and always will support my loving and passionate gem as
much as I can.