The Trans Woman From the Apartment Below Called Me Again

Three days had passed since the first night, and I still couldn’t think about anything else. Every time I crossed the landing and saw the door to the apartment below, my stomach clenched with a mix of shame and desire. Sabrina knew it. I could see it in the way she looked at me when we ran into each other in the elevator, that half-smile that promised and threatened at the same time.

The message arrived on a Tuesday, at eight in the evening. My phone vibrated on the table and I knew, before even looking at it, that it was her.

“Come down at nine on the dot. Come well-showered, shaved, and without underwear. Tonight we’re going to use you between the two of us, little faggot.”

I read the message three times. Between the two of us. So Bruno was going to be there too. I felt my mouth go dry and, at the same time, everything in me harden just from imagining it. I turned off the screen, got into the shower, and shaved myself with almost religious care, going over every inch as if I were preparing for a ceremony.

***

I went downstairs with my legs trembling. I rang the bell at nine-oh-one, and the seconds it took her to open seemed endless. When the door opened, the living room was half-lit, just barely illuminated by a floor lamp in the corner.

Sabrina was wearing a black lace bodysuit that was almost transparent, clinging tightly to her chest and leaving her ass fully exposed. Her brown skin shone under the warm light. She looked me up and down slowly, like someone appraising what they had bought.

—You’re late —she said, though she was smiling.

—One minute… —I muttered.

—One minute is late. But I’m in a good mood today.

Behind her, on the big sofa, was Bruno. He was bare-chested and wearing sweatpants that made it very clear what was underneath. He greeted me with a nod, without getting up, with the calm of someone who already knows how the night is going to end.

—Come in and close the door —Sabrina ordered—. And take your clothes off. Slowly. I want to see you.

I closed the door with my heart pounding against my chest. I started taking my clothes off in the middle of the living room, one piece at a time, with clumsy fingers. The T-shirt, the pants, the socks. By the time I was completely naked, I was already hard from nerves and anticipation. Neither of them said anything for a moment. They just watched me.

—Look how obedient he is —Sabrina said to Bruno, amused—. He even shaved himself like I asked.

Bruno got up from the sofa and walked over to stand behind me. His hands were big and hot. He grabbed my ass and spread it apart without hurry, inspecting me.

—What a nice, smooth ass you’ve got —he murmured near my ear—. Too bad you won’t be able to sit comfortably tomorrow.

A shiver ran through me. Sabrina sat down in the center of the sofa and opened her legs with calculated slowness.

—Come here. Kneel down here first. Let’s start properly.

***

I knelt between her legs. Her cock, thick and dark, was already half hard, resting against her thigh. I took it with both hands and brought it to my mouth. The first lick was slow, from base to tip, and I felt it stiffen against my tongue.

—That’s it, baby —she whispered, stroking my hair—. Take it all in. Make it nice and wet.

I obeyed. I opened my mouth and took her in little by little, as far as I could, making wet sucking sounds that filled the silence of the living room. Sabrina was moaning softly, her head tipped back, guiding me with her hand on the back of my neck to set the rhythm she wanted.

—That’s it —she said between sighs—. Slow, no teeth. You learn fast when you want to, don’t you?

I couldn’t answer her, and she knew it. That was part of the game: keeping me quiet, occupied, surrendered. Every time I eased up, she pushed a little deeper into my mouth, measuring how long I could take it before I had to pull back for air.

While I was sucking her off, I felt Bruno kneel behind me. He spat straight into my hole without warning, then laid his tongue flat and hot against it. I let out a muffled groan with her cock still in my mouth.

—Ahhh… —was all I could say.

Bruno ate my ass with a hunger that left me undone. He sucked, pushed his tongue inside, slobbered all over it. The sound was obscene: long sucks, wet licks, and my own moans muffled against Sabrina’s cock. I didn’t know where to focus the pleasure, whether on what I had in my mouth or what I was feeling behind.

—You’ve got it nice and soaked —Bruno said after several minutes, getting to his feet—. It’s ready now.

I heard him lower his pants. I felt the head of his cock, thick and veiny, press against my entrance, still wet from saliva.

—Take a deep breath —he said in a rough voice—. And relax.

He pushed. The head went in slowly, opening me bit by bit, and I clenched my teeth with my forehead resting against Sabrina’s thigh.

—Uuufff… it’s so thick… —I moaned—. Slow… slow…

—Easy —he said—. Let it slide in on its own.

Centimeter by centimeter, he pushed all of it into me. When I felt his hips slam against me, I knew he was all the way inside. I let out a long, deep moan that came from the bottom of my chest.

—Fuuuck… it’s so deep…

***

Bruno started moving with slow but deep thrusts. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of my lubed-up ass filled the living room, a wet, steady rhythm. Every thrust ripped a gasp from me that I tried and failed to hold back.

—Ah… ah… yes… like that… —I murmured, unable to control myself.

Sabrina took my head with both hands and guided me back to her cock. She started fucking my mouth at the same rhythm Bruno was fucking me from behind, the two of them coordinated, like they had rehearsed it.

—Look how you’re moaning —she said, her eyes shining—. You love it when we use you both, don’t you? Say it.

I couldn’t speak with my mouth full, so I only moaned harder. That seemed to please her.

Bruno suddenly sped up. His hips began slamming into me hard, a dry, rhythmic pounding that echoed through the whole room. Sweat started running down my back.

—Aaaahhh… harder… —I shouted when Sabrina pulled her cock out of my mouth so I could breathe—. You’re splitting me open…

—That’s what I want —Bruno answered, grabbing my hips—. For you to remember this all week.

My ass made wet, obscene noises with every thrust. I was lost, surrendered, my face pressed into the leather of the sofa and my fingers dug into the fabric.

***

Then Sabrina stood up.

—Now it’s my turn —she said—. Move aside, Bruno. But not all the way.

Bruno pulled out slowly and stepped over a pace, leaving my ass open and throbbing. I felt Sabrina get behind me, and her cock was even thicker, hotter. She pressed it against my already stretched opening and shoved hard, all at once, all the way in.

—Aaaahhh! —I screamed, arching my back—. Sabrina! So thick! You’re splitting me open!

She gave me no respite. She started fucking me with a hard, deep rhythm, her hips slamming against my ass with a pounding that grew faster and faster. I was moaning uncontrollably, my voice broken and desperate.

—Ahh! Ahh! Don’t stop! Yes! Deeper!

She held my hips tightly and drove into me with long, powerful thrusts. I could feel her opening me completely, hitting that spot inside me that made me see flashes of light behind my eyelids.

—Moan louder —she ordered, panting—. I want to hear how much you like it.

—I love it! Fuck me! Harder! —I answered between shouts.

Bruno came up beside me and shoved his cock into my mouth again. Now they were using me everywhere at once. I was drooling, moaning into her, trembling all over. The pleasure was so intense I felt my eyes filling with tears, not from pain, but from sheer overload.

—I’m coming… —I managed to say when Bruno gave me my mouth back—. I’m coming בלי touching myself… Aaaahhh!

My ass clenched hard around Sabrina’s cock as I came, spraying thick ropes onto the carpet beneath me. My legs were shaking and I could barely hold myself up.

***

Sabrina growled, sped up even more, and pulled out abruptly. I heard her take off the condom and, a second later, felt her hot, thick load spill over my open ass, copious, marking me. Bruno finished almost at the same time, over my back and buttocks, with a rough groan.

I ended up lying face down on the carpet, panting like an animal, my ass throbbing, open, dripping. The smell of sex filled the whole living room and I didn’t have the strength to move.

Sabrina crouched beside me. She stroked my sweaty hair and kissed the back of my neck with a tenderness that contrasted with everything before it.

—Look how you’re still trembling —she said softly—. Good little faggot. You behaved well.

I could only let out an almost inaudible moan.

—Next time —she whispered, still stroking me— we’re going to get you ready so we can put both cocks into this little ass at once. Would you like that?

I didn’t answer with words. There was no need. My body, exhausted and aching, had already answered for me. And as I went back upstairs a little while later, my legs still weak, I knew one thing for certain: I was going to spend the days counting down until the next message.