That Bar’s Tranny Made Me Lose Control

I’m not going to boast about having a perfect body, because I don’t. I’m no magazine model, but it’s true that with women I’ve never done badly. There’s something about me, I don’t know exactly what, that works. If one random night I decide to go out and end up with company, I manage it without much effort. Acquaintance or stranger, it doesn’t matter.

That Friday, though, I didn’t go out with that intention. The week at the office had been hell, and the only thing I wanted was a couple of quiet drinks. I went to my usual bar, that small place near the river where the bartender already knows me. I sat at the counter to chat with Damián, a friend from way back, with no other plan than to let the hours pass.

Then the three of them came in.

They weren’t from the neighborhood; you could tell right away. Three strangers, all three very beautiful, but one of them had something that cut through the air. She wore a tight miniskirt dress that outlined every curve: the narrow waist, the hips, breasts that seemed to be asking for trouble. And there was something else, something I couldn’t quite define. Maybe it was her gaze. A deep, dark gaze that seemed to know things I still didn’t know.

That look snapped me out of the stupor I’d been in all night. Tonight is going to be different, I thought. I started staring at her without the slightest attempt to hide it, and after a while she noticed. Her eyes locked onto mine. We traded insinuations from a distance, looks that lasted too long, half-smiles. We wanted each other before we’d exchanged a single word.

Suddenly, without saying anything to her friends, she broke away from the group and walked toward the exit without taking her eyes off me over her shoulder. I jumped off the stool as if on a spring and followed her.

She was waiting for me outside, leaning against the wall in a posture that was one long invitation.

“My name’s Bianca. And you?” she asked.

“Adrián,” I said.

“I don’t know you. You don’t usually come around here.”

“First time. I like moving around the city, trying different scenes,” she said, and she said it in a tone that sounded like a secret code.

“I see. Want to take a walk?”

“To your place?”

I was thrown by how fast she moved. I was still calculating the timing and she’d already jumped three steps ahead.

“Yes, sure. I live nearby,” I managed to say.

***

We walked to my building, in a new part of the city. I do all right financially. Single, decent salary, a roomy, well-appointed apartment all to myself. I opened the door and we went in. I turned on a lamp, and she stood in the middle of the living room, looking everything over with the calm of someone who has already decided what’s going to happen.

“Do you want a drink?” I offered.

“Only your cock.”

I was left speechless again. Everything was moving too fast, but I definitely wasn’t going to slow it down. Bianca grabbed the back of my neck with a firm hand and pulled my mouth to hers. It wasn’t a kiss, it was an assault. She twined her tongue with mine, pushing it, teasing it, pulling back. Her saliva mixed with mine with no delicacy at all, and every time she parted her lips a shining thread was left hanging between us.

“Stick your tongue out and point it,” she ordered.

I obeyed without thinking. She wrapped her lips around it and started sucking it, setting the pace with the hand still gripping my hair, moving my head back and forth. Then she suddenly stopped, pulled her face away, and looked at me.

“You like that? Then imagine what I can do with your cock.”

She smiled in a way that carried something threatening in it. She kissed me again while kneading my ass with both hands, without asking permission. I tried to take the lead, because I wasn’t used to being handled that way. I started kissing her neck, moving down to her breasts, groping her tits over the fabric. She had a body that made your head spin.

She was squeezing the bulge in my pants with a furious hand. My erection was the biggest I’d ever had, and there was no fabric that could hide it. I hugged her hard, bent down a little to lift her into my arms and carry her to the bed astride me.

And then I felt it.

In that position I felt something hard and bulky pressing against my stomach. I lowered her slowly to the floor and looked down toward her crotch. Under the tight fabric of the miniskirt, a slab of flesh was unmistakably outlined.

“Fuck… you’re a tranny,” I blurted out, between shock and amazement.

“Shut up,” she said, and her voice changed completely.

***

She grabbed my head and forced me to bend down to the level of her belly. She had a woman’s arms, but the strength with which she held me was something else entirely. In any other circumstance, if I had had a man in front of me trying to break me like that, I would have fought back. But I was in a strange state, a mix of stupor, curiosity and, why deny it, an excitement I didn’t understand.

I let her do as she pleased. Consciously or not, I let her do as she pleased.

Bianca hiked up her miniskirt. What sprang free beneath it was enormous. It had spilled out to one side from a tiny black thong, completely shaved, not a single hair, with big, taut balls that looked ready to burst.

“Smell it,” she ordered, pointing her cock straight at my face.

I smelled it. It smelled like man and woman at the same time, it smelled like desire, arousal, something wet and acidic that clouded my head. I had never smelled anything like it and, against all logic, I liked it.

“Lick it.”

As if I weren’t in control of my own actions, I did. A timid lick, barely a touch, enough to taste it. And in that second I understood what was really happening in my head. The shock, the doubt, the feeling of being overpowered… all of that stepped aside in an instant and gave way to one thing only: desire in its purest form.

One lick was enough for me to know that all I wanted was to work that cock in front of my mouth until it ran. Without thinking any further, I took it all the way into my mouth as far as I could. I’d never sucked anyone before, but some instinctive thing kept telling me how to move, how to use my tongue, where to press. I licked it with a hunger I hadn’t known I had.

It wasn’t enough for her. She took my head with both hands and started moving her hips fast, shoving it down my throat. I was choking half the time, but for nothing in the world was I going to pull away. I wanted her to come in my mouth, so I sucked the head like someone nursing with real desperation.

“Like that… like that. Harder,” she told me.

I obeyed. The cock was going in and out at incredible speed, and at the corners of my lips a thick foam of saliva and fluids had formed. It was the hottest thing I had ever tasted. Then she suddenly stopped moving her hips, yanked my hair back and made me look at her.

“Open your mouth.”

I looked at her, not understanding, expectant, and still I obeyed. She leaned down a little and spat into my mouth.

“Go on, keep going. Now it slides better.”

***

We stayed like that for a good while. Bianca wasn’t coming, no matter how hard I tried. After a few minutes she pulled my hair again and moved my face away from her cock.

“Now you’re going to lick me properly.”

She lay back on the bed and lifted her legs, offering me her cock, her balls and her ass all at once. That image made my own erection harden even more inside the pants I still hadn’t taken off.

“Suck my balls,” she said.

I came over on all fours until my face was level with her balls. I licked them, sucked them, played with them, slurped them, soaked them with saliva until they were glossy. Then, almost on their own, my tongue moved down to her ass. I paused for a moment at the base, and from there I watched her sphincter contract and relax, as if calling me. It gave off a sweet smell that hypnotized me.

I didn’t hesitate. I traced the opening with one long, intense lick. She let out a soft moan.

“Mmm… yes…”

One lick after another, and the moans kept growing in number and force. Then I pushed my tongue into that warm, slippery hole. By then I didn’t give a damn whether it was a woman or a tranny in front of me. In fact, I think the idea that she was a tranny turned me on even more.

Bianca started moving her hips in a savage, tireless way while I worked my tongue in and out. She looked possessed. I gripped her thighs with both hands and every muscle in my neck burned to keep the rhythm, my tongue playing among the folds as if it had a life of its own.

“More… deeper… make me feel good…” she screamed uncontrollably.

It was obvious that with just my tongue she wasn’t going to come. I sucked my middle finger and slipped it in without warning, all the way to the knuckle. I found no resistance. I started a fast in-and-out motion, but it was obvious she wanted more. I added another finger, and then another, until three fingers were going in and out of her at once. That still wasn’t enough.

“More… I need more.”

It was clear what she wanted. I gathered my hand, tucked in my thumb and, slowly at first, started to push. The sloshing was brutal. My fist and a good half of my forearm went in and out with no trouble at all. The juices, my saliva, both our sweat, it was all wet, slippery sex pushed to the extreme.

Her hips moved at a devilish speed. I could feel her sphincter clenching hard every time I reached the bottom. The sheet was already stained with everything imaginable. We both sped up to the limit, so much that I couldn’t even see my own wrist moving.

And then, without warning, she burst where she was supposed to burst. Bianca arched her back and thick streams of cum started pouring out of her cock. It was indescribable. Gush after gush, falling onto her chest, her face, her hair, the pillow. One of the drops went into her mouth and she swallowed it, then stuck out her tongue to lick her lips clean, looking for more. More than a dozen spurts, until the balls seemed to deflate.

“Fuck… you’re such a pig… You made me come,” she gasped.

***

That display made me lose track of everything around me. My head was full of pure lust and my cock was ready to explode. There I was, sprawled on the floor, arching my back, moving my hips, convulsing all over… coming inside the briefs and pants I still hadn’t taken off. It was an absurd, almost humiliating pleasure, and at the same time enormous.

The sight said it all. On the bed, the most beautiful tranny I had ever seen, naked, with her now-flaccid cock resting on her belly, her hair full of semen, the pillow stained, her body shining with sweat and cum sliding between her breasts. And on the floor, me, wrecked with pleasure, panting with exhaustion, with a huge stain in the crotch of my pants.

We stayed like that for minutes that felt like an eternity to me. Until suddenly Bianca jumped off the bed. She was tireless. With incredible ease she stripped me completely, positioned me on all fours and pushed.

I felt that colossal rod open me up mercilessly. I didn’t resist. I felt the remnants of her own cum sliding down my back as she drove into me.

And in the middle of that pleasure I didn’t know how to describe, two fleeting thoughts flashed through my head. One: this was the highest limit of debauchery I could ever reach. Two: I was lucky, because the most beautiful being that could exist — a perfect woman’s face and body attached to an exceptional cock — was taking me without mercy.

And that, I won’t deny it, I liked. I liked it more than I had ever liked anything in my life.