The Trans Woman Downstairs Taught Me How to Obey

I was nineteen and living in an old building in Rosario, the kind with a wrought-iron elevator and a damp smell in the lobby. My family was solidly middle-class and very conservative: my dad was an accountant, my mom spent all day worrying about what the neighbors were going to think. I was the quiet son, the one who got good grades and barely ever opened his mouth. I was five foot nine, skinny, with long legs and a round, hairless little ass that I never thought could drive anyone crazy. Brown hair, a good-boy face, and a ton of insecurities I’d been dragging around since high school.

Everything flipped the day Bianca moved into the apartment downstairs.

She was tall, very tall. I figured she was easily six foot one. Dark skin that shone under the hallway light, long wavy black hair, a powerful ass that moved with every step, and thick, firm legs. Medium, natural tits, and although her shoulders were a little broad, she moved with a femininity that was hypnotic. Her face was gorgeous: full lips, honey-colored eyes that contrasted with her dark skin, and slightly masculine features that, far from diminishing her, made her even more imposing. She was trans, and it showed. And instead of scaring me off, that sparked a curiosity in me that burned from the inside out.

My parents didn’t even take a week to start talking shit about her. “That one’s definitely street trash,” my mom muttered every time she saw Bianca come in. I stayed quiet, but every time I ran into her in the elevator I’d turn red and my breathing would speed up without me being able to help it.

Bianca was Venezuelan, twenty-nine years old, a freelance graphic designer. She worked from home and always had a kind smile whenever we crossed paths. One afternoon, while I was walking the dog in the little square on the corner, I found her sitting on a bench with a notebook and some pencils. We started talking. She was friendly, self-assured, with a voice that was deep and soft at the same time, and it completely undid me. From that day on I started inventing excuses to run into her.

A week later I went down to her apartment with the story that I needed help with an English assignment for college. She opened the door wearing a short denim skirt and a tight top that left little to the imagination. The second we stepped inside and she closed the door, I could already feel the air was charged with something.

We sat on the couch. She settled in very close, so close our knees were touching. After fifteen minutes in which I didn’t understand a single line of the text, she looked at me fixedly and asked with a wicked smile:

—You really came down here to study, baby?

I was speechless. I dropped my eyes to the notebook as if the answer were inside it. Bianca lifted my face with two fingers and kissed me. Her lips were hot, soft, demanding. The kiss deepened, wet and hungry. She stroked the back of my neck while she lowered her mouth to kiss my throat. I was trembling like a leaf.

Suddenly she took my hand and guided it under her skirt. I felt something big, hard, and hot beneath the thong fabric. I froze, my heart pounding.

—Easy… touch it. It’s my cock —she whispered against my mouth.

I touched it over the fabric. It was thick, heavy, throbbing. Bianca lifted her skirt, shoved the black thong off to the side, and freed it. It was enormous. More than eight inches, very thick, a deep brown, completely shaved, with a pronounced vein pulsing in time with her breathing. It shocked me so much I lost my breath.

—Come on, grab it and suck it a little —she told me in a tender but firm voice.

I knelt on the rug without really thinking. I brought my face close. She smelled like clean skin and a sweet perfume that clung to her body. I ran my tongue slowly along the shaft. It was hot. I opened my mouth and took the tip in. It was hard, it barely fit. Bianca was moaning softly and stroking my head, setting the rhythm for me.

—That’s it, nice and slow… you’re a good boy.

I sucked for several minutes, drooling, clumsy but surrendered, until she tensed, pulled my mouth away, and jerked herself off fast with her hand. Thick, hot spurts splashed onto her stomach and tits. It was a lot. I stared, excited and embarrassed in equal measure.

—Come here… clean it all up with your tongue —she ordered softly.

I licked every drop. The taste was strong, salty, thick. I gagged a couple of times, but I kept going until she was spotless. Then she kissed me deeply, without disgust, and whispered in my ear:

—You can come back whenever you want. Next time we’re going to go further.

I left her apartment with my legs shaking. I went upstairs, locked myself in the bathroom, and masturbated thinking about that huge cock and her deep voice calling me affectionately. Guilt flooded me; I felt like I was betraying everything they had taught me. But I couldn’t stop thinking about going back.

***

Three days later I got a message from her; at some point she’d gotten my number. She invited me to come down that same afternoon. I went down nervous, with cold hands and a racing pulse.

When she opened the door, Bianca looked incredible: a tight short black dress and high heels that made her even taller. But she wasn’t alone.

Sitting on the living room couch was a man around thirty, tall, dark-haired, with a short beard and a fit body. Bianca introduced him as Tomás, a “very close” friend of hers.

—Tomás already knows everything about you —she said, smiling—. I told him how good you sucked it last time.

I turned red as a tomato. I wanted to say something and nothing came out. Tomás looked me up and down with a confident smile and said:

—Relax, kid. We’re all here to have a good time.

Bianca came closer, kissed me on the mouth in front of him, and started undressing me without hurrying. I was left in my briefs, my hard cock bulging against the fabric. Tomás got up from the couch and stood behind me. I felt his big hands stroking my ass over the cotton.

—Nice ass you’ve got —he commented, as if evaluating a purchase.

Bianca knelt in front of me, yanked my briefs down, and sucked my cock hungrily while Tomás kissed my neck and slid a hand between my cheeks, brushing my hole with the tip of one finger. I was moaning without being able to control it, gripping her shoulder so I wouldn’t fall.

Then they put me on my knees on the couch. Bianca sat in front of me and pressed her huge cock to my lips. While I sucked it as best I could, Tomás knelt behind me, spread my ass open with both hands, and started licking my hole with his tongue. It was a brutal, electric sensation. I moaned loudly with my mouth full.

—Look how much he’s enjoying it —she said with a little laugh.

Tomás slipped in one finger, then two, while I kept sucking as best I could. Bianca held my head and fucked my mouth carefully, not hurting me, measuring every thrust. Then they switched places. Tomás stood in front of me and offered me his cock, thick, veiny, and a little shorter than hers. While I sucked it for the first time in my life, Bianca positioned herself behind me, smeared on plenty of lube, and started sliding in three fingers, stretching me open with a patience I hadn’t seen from her before.

—Today I’m going to fuck you for the first time, baby —she whispered in my ear—. And Tomás is going to help you behave.

They arranged me on all fours on the couch. Tomás sat in front and shoved his cock into my mouth. Bianca positioned herself behind me, pressed her thick brown cock against my entrance, and started pushing slowly. Pain. A lot of pain at first. I clenched my teeth and moaned muffled around Tomás’s cock. She went in gradually, with liters of lube, stroking my back with one hand.

—Relax… let it in. You’ll see how good it feels afterward.

Little by little it kept going in. When she had it all the way in, I felt like I was being split in two, but also this strange, pleasurable pressure I’d never felt before. She started moving gently, almost tenderly. The pain eased and turned into something else. Tomás was fucking my mouth at the same rhythm, as if they were coordinated.

Bianca picked up speed, fucking me harder. Her hips slapped against my ass with a wet sound that filled the living room. I moaned harder than I ever had in my life. Tomás came first, filling my mouth with hot jizz. I swallowed as best I could, gagging, not wanting to lose a single drop.

Bianca kept fucking me until she stiffened all over and yanked her cock out in one motion. She flipped me over on the couch, climbed onto my chest, and jerked herself off over my face.

—Open your mouth, baby.

Thick, abundant ropes splashed onto my tongue and lips. This time I swallowed almost everything, though a little escaped from the corners of my mouth and ran down my chin.

—Good boy —she said, stroking my hair, satisfied—. Now lick it all clean.

I licked her cock and balls until they were spotless, without her having to tell me twice.

***

After that we stayed sprawled on the couch for a while, the three of us piled together. Bianca kissed me softly while Tomás smoked a cigarette by the window, looking at us with a sideways smile.

—This is just getting started, kid —he told me, blowing out smoke—. Next time we’re going to try even better things.

Bianca fixed those honey-colored eyes on me and whispered in my ear, her voice still rough:

—Are you coming back?

I, still with my body opened up and the taste of both of them in my mouth, could only nod. My voice wouldn’t come, but it wasn’t needed.

I knew there was no turning back now. And, for the first time in a long time, I didn’t care what the neighbors were going to say.