My First Night as a Transvestite at El Almez

That night Damián spent it with me in my apartment in the Cabañal. He kept me awake until dawn and made me his three times, until he left me wrecked on the rumpled sheets. The first time he threw me face down the moment he came through the door, without giving me time to take my dress off all the way. He hiked my skirt up to my waist, yanked my thong off in one tug, and spat on my ass before driving his cock into me in one thrust. I screamed into the pillow while he held my wrists against my back and fucked me at a brutal pace, without letup, until he came inside the condom with a hoarse growl that made me tremble all over.

The second time he claimed me in the shower, with hot water pouring over us and steam clinging to the tiles. He made me kneel in front of him and forced me to suck him off slowly, shoving his cock all the way down my throat until tears sprang to my eyes. I sucked him while looking up at him from below, my cheeks hollowed out, my tongue tracing every throbbing vein, and he held my head with both hands and set the pace, fucking my mouth however he wanted. When he was just about to come he pulled his cock out, hauled me up by one arm, turned me against the cold shower screen wall, and shoved his cock into my wet ass all the way to the hilt. He fucked me while tugging my hair, biting my shoulder, one hand wrapped around my neck. I could feel my little cock hard between my legs, pressed tight against the tiles, and each thrust tore a sharper moan from me. He finished by coming inside the condom with his mouth pressed to my ear, panting filthy things at me that made me come too without being touched.

The third time was in bed, in the early hours of morning, when I thought I couldn’t take any more. He lay on his back and asked me to sit on top. I took his cock into my ass myself, lowering down slowly until I swallowed him whole, and started riding him while looking him in the eyes. He pinched my nipples, sucked my tiny tits, and slipped two fingers into my mouth so I’d suck them while I moved. In the end he laid me on my back, opened my legs until he nearly split me in two, got on top and fucked me slowly, deeply, staring straight at me. He came with a long spasm, pinning me to the mattress, and fell asleep inside me. It took me a while to fall asleep, wrecked, with my thighs trembling and the condom semen dripping down my ass cheeks when I finally took it out.

In the morning, around eleven, we got up and I fixed breakfast. We were having coffee when he said it without beating around the bush.

—Pack your bag. I’m taking you girls to a roadside club for a few days. They need girls and you’re going.

—I’d have to buy a few things first —I told him—. Lingerie, makeup, clothes for work.

He got up from the table without answering, went to the dresser where he’d left his wallet, and came back. He threw two hundred euros onto the bed, gave me a quick kiss on the forehead, and, with his hand already on the door handle, added:

—I’ll be here downstairs with the car at four. Be ready.

I went out into the street with the list in my head. I bought two lipsticks, mascara, a couple of eyeshadows, new bras and thongs, two strapless tops—one black and one red—and a denim skirt so short I was embarrassed when I tried it on. Back home I started getting ready at my own pace. I waxed myself thoroughly, took a long shower and sat down in front of the mirror to do my makeup slowly, like someone preparing for a first date. I put on the red top and the new skirt, looked myself over, and liked what I saw. Then I sat in front of the television waiting for the time.

At exactly four the horn sounded downstairs. I was already in the lobby with my suitcase so I wouldn’t keep them waiting. I crossed the street, put the luggage in the trunk and got into the back seat, where Noelia was already riding. In front, in the passenger seat, was Lorena, the most experienced of the three.

—Good afternoon, girls, how are you? —I said as I got in, and they both answered me with compliments.

—You three look deadly —Damián said, starting the car—. I’d fuck each and every one of you right now. But damn, Marisol, the girl looks gorgeous today.

—Thank you, Damián, always so refined —I replied—. The truth is we’re all looking gorgeous.

During the trip he explained where we were going. The place was called El Almez and it was run by a friend of his, a Moroccan man named Faruk. In charge was Zahira, an older woman who had worked the trade all her life and who still, every so often, did a service, although she was practically retired because she was the owner’s favorite.

—Zahira will bring you up to speed on how the house works —Damián said without taking his eyes off the road—. You get paid for every service and for the drinks the customers buy you. I sort out the accounts with Faruk, but keep track of what you do, because here they’ll try to screw you over right away.

The club was on the edge of town, next to the motorway. It didn’t take long before we saw a dirt expanse and, at the back, a long two-story building. Damián drove around it and parked in the rear.

—We’re here. Get your bags out and wait a minute while I talk to Faruk and Zahira.

Each of us hauled our bag and walked toward the single back door of the building. It opened into a kind of kitchen with a large table, the sort used to feed the staff. We hadn’t even set the bags on the floor when we heard Damián’s voice calling us from an adjoining room.

—Leave that there and all three of you come here.

We went into a small room. Damián, Faruk and Zahira were there. Damián turned to his two hosts with a salesman’s smile.

—Aren’t the ones I’m bringing you beautiful? Don’t they look like three women? Tell me, which one of the three is the transvestite?

—The truth is they do look like three women, and all three very beautiful —Faruk said, examining us.

—You’re right, but look closely, one of them is a bit different —Zahira cut in, pointing at me—. This one. She has less chest and a little bulge in her throat.

—Marisol, come here —Damián ordered me. He took my hand and lifted it like I was a dancer—. Turn around so they can see how hot you are.

I spun in place under Faruk’s and Zahira’s gaze, both of them watching me without blinking. Damián went on with his pitch.

—Walk, Marisol, model for the gentlemen. She is a woman in every way: she’s beautiful, she’s feminine, she’s obedient, she’s got gorgeous legs and hips. Don’t turn her away, you have no reason to. I fuck her and she does it as well as or better than anyone. The only difference is that you have to put it in her ass, and she does that wonderfully. She swallows it whole and clenches her little hole like no one else.

—Yes, but between her legs she’s got a man’s thing —Zahira objected—. I don’t know whether the customers will want that.

—You’ll see they will. Soon girls like her will have their place in these clubs, just as important as the others, if not more. I’m telling you.

—All right, she stays and we’ll see —Faruk concluded—. If it works, she stays. If not, Damián, I’ll call you and you can come get her.

He came up to me, slid his hand under my skirt and felt me up brazenly for a long while, looking me in the eyes. He pulled my thong aside with two fingers, weighed my limp cock in his palm, stroked my balls with his thumb and pushed one finger into my ass up to the knuckle, never taking his eyes off my face.

—Do you get hard, Marisol? —he asked, moving his finger inside me.

—Very rarely —I answered in a low, trembling voice—. Mostly if a customer massages me from the inside, on the prostate. But almost never. I usually come through my ass without getting hard.

—You’ll have to explain that massage to me. Zahira, take the girls to their room so they can settle in. In a bit they’ll come down to debut. And put a cage on Marisol’s little bird, in case it scares off the clientele.

***

We followed Zahira in a line through the house’s corridors to a room she opened with her own key. It was a room with three beds, three wardrobes and a full bathroom at the back. She helped us unpack part of our luggage and then looked at me.

—I’m going to get Marisol’s little bird cage. In the meantime, shower, do your makeup and get dressed, because work starts in an hour. You get that little thing ready for me when I come back.

She came back shortly after with a red metal cage. She tried to put it on me and couldn’t manage. I had never worn one, but I had seen enough videos to put it on myself and lock the padlock. She kept the key, hanging from a little chain.

At six-thirty we all went down to the dance hall. That’s where we saw each other for the first time: there were eleven women and the manager. Almost all of them wore tiny bras, thongs, thigh-high stockings and short transparent little robes, each one a different color, tied with a loose belt.

—Girls, three new ones have come to help out —Zahira announced—. We open in a minute. You know the rules: nobody sits unless she’s with a man. On the floor, dancing provocatively, drawing attention. Get invited for drinks even if you have to let yourself be groped at the bar. And go upstairs as many times as possible. Twenty minutes per service, not a second more. You, Marisol, come with me.

She took me behind the bar and ordered me to start serving drinks. I refused. I had come there to work like the others, not as a waitress. The argument turned heated immediately; we started shouting at each other until Faruk appeared. When he found out what the old woman was trying to make me do, he sided with me and sent me back to dance with the rest. That was when the first customers started coming in.

Some had regulars who came looking for them and promptly took them away from that window display the dance floor was. A dark-haired man came up to me and started brushing my hips as he danced. I let him, sweet and affectionate, rubbing myself against his bulge until I whispered why didn’t he buy me a drink at the bar, that there he’d get to know me better. He agreed. He sat me between his legs and wrapped one arm around my waist. Zahira brought us two drinks, smiling at him and looking at me like she wanted to burn a hole through me.

—What’s your name, beautiful? —he asked.

—Marisol, darling. And you?

—Joaquín. You’re gorgeous. Ever since I walked in and saw you, I liked you. I’d like to go upstairs with you.

—Then that’s that —I said.

—Don’t be hasty. Like this, in your arms, I’m already fine. But I want to go to the room —he told me in my ear—. How much do you charge? You must be expensive.

—I don’t know, it’s my first afternoon and I haven’t found out yet. —I turned to Zahira, foolishly—. How much for going up?

—A hundred euros —she replied with a sneer—. But… have you told him yet what you are? So there won’t be any trouble later.

—What does she mean? —Joaquín asked, tensing—. What do you have to tell me?

—Look, I’m not a complete woman —I began—. I have…

—Not complete? You look completely complete to me, you’re fucking hot.

—I have… I have a cock —I blurted out.

Joaquín grabbed my crotch and felt the cage. His face changed in an instant.

—Get the fuck away from me. —He shoved me—. On top of that, a guy, rubbing up against me. I’m tempted not to even pay for the drink. —And raising his voice for the whole bar—: Watch out, one of them here is a guy, check them first!

—Please, don’t be like that —I begged—. I’m the only transvestite. The others are women. I don’t want you thinking what isn’t true.

—Get back inside —Zahira barked, taking advantage of the moment to give me a shove and prove she’d been right all along—. Behind the bar, because you’re already getting on my nerves. And Faruk isn’t here on top of it, so I’m the one fixing the mess you’ve made.

I slipped behind the bar crying. Lorena and Noelia came running to hug me and beg me not to cry, to do what the manager ordered. Zahira scattered them with a swipe of her hand.

—Come on, dance and look for customers, because you’re guilty too. Who told you to leave the floor?

My coworkers went back to dancing. Lorena went up almost immediately to do a service and Noelia soon after. I stayed serving drinks, feeling how everyone looked at me like I was some kind of freak and enduring, from time to time, the occasional insult from the men leaning on the bar.

When Faruk came back, he sent me back onto the floor, to mingle like the others. But nobody wanted to come near me. That’s how I spent four days: going down to dance, collecting snubs, crying in secret in the room.

***

On the fifth day Bruno arrived, an Italian truck driver, loud and friendly, a friend of Faruk’s. The moment he saw me he beckoned me over. Faruk warned him immediately.

—Careful with that one, she’s got a man’s thing.

—Don’t tell me you’re getting modern on me, Faruk —Bruno laughed out loud—. But that’s what’s in style now! I use them and they fuck better than plenty of girls. Come here, wild one, I want to look at you. What’s your name?

—Marisol —I said, not quite believing it.

—Marisol, haven’t these hillbillies tried you yet? Well, you’re going to make my night. —He reached for me and felt the cage—. But look what they’ve done to you, they’ve castrated your cock. Even better, that way these cowards have no excuse. Go upstairs, I’ll come right now.

I went up to the first floor and entered the second room, which was empty. I took off my little robe, thong and bra and stayed only in my stockings and the cage. I lay on my side on the bedspread, waiting. Bruno arrived shortly after, locked the door with the latch, and stood looking at me from the doorway while he loosened his belt.

—Fuck, you’re good enough to eat whole —he said—. Come here, get on your knees and take my cock out, because I’ve spent all day thinking about sticking it into a filthy mouth like that.

I knelt in front of him on the carpet. I yanked down his pants and underwear in one pull and out came his cock, hard, thick and curved upward, with a purple glans already shiny at the tip. I gripped it at the base with both hands and ran my tongue from his balls to the crown, slowly, tasting the truck-sweat. I sucked his balls one by one, taking them fully into my mouth, while I slapped his cock against my cheek. He held me by the hair, guiding me, grunting filthy things at me in Italian.

—Suck it all, puttana, all the way down. Swallow it.

I opened my mouth and started taking it in little by little. First the glans, savoring it with the tip of my tongue, then half the cock, and finally I drove it down my throat until I was choking. Tears sprang to my eyes, saliva dripped down my chin and onto my tits, but I kept sucking hungrily, bobbing my head up and down, pressing my lips around his cock each time I reached the base. He grabbed my ears with both hands and started fucking my mouth to his rhythm, thrusting into my throat until I felt it swell even more.

—Stop, stop, I’m going to come and I don’t want to —he panted, pulling it out of me all at once. A string of saliva hung from the tip to my lips—. Lift that ass, I’m going to split it open.

He lifted me by one arm and turned me to face the bed. He kicked my legs apart and made me lean over the mattress, with my hands down and my ass held high. He spread my cheeks apart with both thumbs and looked at my hole for a good while, breathing hard.

—What a pretty little ass you’ve got, bitch. And nicely shaved, just how I like it.

He spat right into the hole, and I felt the hot saliva sliding down to my caged balls. He pushed his thumb in and moved it in circles, opening me slowly. I moaned and arched my back even more, offering it to him. He pulled the thumb out, put the condom on with his mouth, grabbed my hips with both hands and rested the glans at my hole.

—Clamp down there, I’m going all the way in.

He pushed slowly, centimeter by centimeter, with a patience I hadn’t expected from someone so noisy. He opened my ass with a slow burn that made me grit my teeth. I felt the whole cock going in, thick, hard, curving inside me, until his balls were pressed against my cheeks. He stayed there motionless, breathing on my nape, waiting for me to get used to it. He kissed my neck, bit my earlobe, sucked my shoulder. I was trembling all over, with my caged cock straining to swell, impossible, inside the bars.

—You okay, doll?

—Yes… fuck me already, please —I begged him.

He pulled his cock back until just the glans remained and slammed it into me again. I screamed into the pillow. He started fucking me slowly, with long, deep thrusts, moving his hips in a circle every time he drove it in to the hilt. I could feel the thick tip pounding me in there, in that spot that made me see stars, and within a few minutes I was already moaning like a bitch, pushing my ass back to swallow every centimeter.

—That’s it, that’s it, move too, slut. Ride my cock with that ass.

He sped up. He slid a hand under me and grabbed the cage, squeezing it while he drove into me. With the other he yanked my hair, throwing my head back. My mouth was open, tongue out, drooling onto the bedspread, moaning every time he drove it in. He got me all the way onto my hands and knees, climbed onto the bed behind me and fucked me there, deeper, harder, grabbing my waist and slamming my ass against his hips with an obscene slapping sound on every thrust.

Sometimes he let go with one hand to bring it down on my ass, a sharp smack that made me refuse to loosen up. He gave me a series of slaps that left my skin burning, the imprint of his fingers red on me.

—There, cunt, take cock. Let them see who’s in charge here.

My sex, trapped in the cage, strained to swell against the bars; that pressure was pleasure and pain at once, an impossible shiver I couldn’t let go of, making my legs shake and my back arch. I could feel a little stream of pre-cum slipping through the bars, wetting my thighs. Every thrust hit my prostate dead on and I was falling apart, moaning things I didn’t even understand.

—I’m coming, Bruno, I’m coming without being touched, you’re making me come —I mumbled.

—Come, little slut, come with my cock in your ass, because I’m right behind you.

He pushed two more times, deep, and the orgasm hit me like a dull electric shock running from my ass to the nape of my neck. My anus clenched in long spasms, gripping his cock inside, and the cage couldn’t hold back the load completely: semen escaped in little spurts through the bars, falling onto my hands braced on the bedspread. Bruno let out a roar when he felt how tightly I was squeezing him and pounded harder, wild, his head against my shoulder blade.

—Ah, fuck, fuck, I’m going, I’m going to come inside this ass, puttana… —he growled, digging his fingers into my hips.

I felt him throbbing hard, held in by the condom, pulsing inside me in long bursts. He stayed lying on my back for a while, breathing on my neck, not pulling out, feeling how my ass kept squeezing his cock in small final contractions. When he finally slipped out, he made me turn around and licked up himself the cum I’d left on my thighs, laughing.

I stayed propped on the bed, out of breath, listening to his satisfied laugh behind me.

—Did you like it? Do I do it well? —I asked, still breathless.

—You’re a wolf —he answered, running his hand down my back—. A lot of girls would love to fuck like you, sweetheart. Next time I pass through here I’m coming back for you. And I’m going to tell Faruk not to let you leave.

***

That was my debut at El Almez. From Bruno onward, they started asking for me. What at first was rejection gradually turned into curiosity and, for some, preference. Lorena, Noelia and I adapted and made good money in the nearly three months we spent there. Damián showed up a couple of times a week and sometimes stayed the night with one of us.

I lived through many things in that house, some I will never forget. One night Faruk slept with me and treated me like his favorite little wife: he took the cage off himself with the key he asked Zahira for, sucked my cock until he made it as hard as it hadn’t been in months, and then mounted me astride and fucked my ass slowly, looking into my eyes and whispering that I was the hottest one in the house, while I shook my freed cock and came for the first time in weeks all over his brown belly.

Zahira kept finding fault with me until the very last day, but even she, one afternoon in the storeroom, took off my cage, lifted her skirt and asked me to take care of her. I knelt between her thighs and ate her pussy until I made her come twice in my mouth, holding on to my hair, and then I fucked her standing against the drink crates, covering her mouth with my hand so she wouldn’t scream. I’ll leave it there.

Marisol.