The New Client

Aaron Castle-Jones worked as a forensic accountant for Morty, the top accountant in the state. Morty looked nothing like the gangly, coke-bottled glasses nerd of his youth. He had confidence now, and a stylist, eye surgery and a fitness trainer had turned him into a suave business owner, still gifted with a huge cock.

Aaron was not so fortunate. Cursed with a thin four inch pecker, and with little body hair, Aaron was more than a little effeminate, especially as his small cock was accompanied with a naturally round ass and thick hips for a male. And more than that, he wasn't into tomboys or goth girls -- he'd grown up wanking his small cock to MILFs, confident older women with big asses and big busts and wet, hairy pussies that he knew he couldn't handle. So where his friends went out to bars and clubs to get pussy, Aaron stayed home and masturbated to porn.

"Got a new client, Castle, that I want you to go meet," Morty said.

"Oh?" Aaron said.

"She's the CFO, so don't blow it," Morty responded drolly. "She works remotely, so you'll have to go to her house."

"What's her name?" Aaron asked, thinking about it for a moment. Meeting an older, powerful woman at her home.

"Reena James."