Jo, Shemale Goddess! Part 2

If Jo had been born a woman she would have graced the covers of top fashion magazines. She had done some modelling in her late teens, but had been fired after a few of the female models had objected to her sharing their dressing room at a fashion show. She hadn't been interested in the models, not really, but so much naked flesh and lovely pert breasts on display had given her strange stirrings in her nether regions. One model had spotted Jo's hardening cock and had screamed as though it had been a snake. Jo was quite sure that the skinny bitch had seen one before, but since there had also been three under-sixteen models in the same show, the designer had had no choice but to fire Jo and her unruly teenage hormones.

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"Right, take off your suit and I'll put it on a hanger so it doesn't get creased," Jo instructed as she opened her front door, turned on the light and punched in the security code into the alarm panel simultaneously. "I haven't had a fuck in ages, so I don't want to beat around the bush."

By the time she had nipped into her bedroom for a wooden suit hanger Alan had obediently slipped off his jacket and kicked off his shoes. As soon as he had unzipped his trousers and stepped out of them Jo draped the suit over the hanger and hooked it onto her coat rack.

Alan wasn't one of those men who looked sexy in shirttails and socks. His pasty legs looked as though they had never seen the sun and were only lightly covered with fine dark hair. Jo preferred rugged, hairy alpha males, but every now and then it was nice to get hold of a beta and have her wicked way with him.

She smiled as she moved her waist-length hair off her nape and turned for him to unzip her. She could have done it herself, but she liked being unwrapped by a man like a gift. As the dress slithered to the floor, Alan surprised her by wrapping his right arm around her waist and pulling her back against him as he reached his left hand down to stroke her hard cock.