The Trans Woman Downstairs Called Me Again

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

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

“Come downstairs at exactly nine. Come well-showered, shaved, and without underwear. Today the two of us are going to use you, little slut.”

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

***

I went down the stairs 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 dim, lit only by a floor lamp in the corner.

Sabrina was wearing a nearly transparent black lace bodysuit that squeezed her breasts and left her whole ass bare. Her brown skin gleamed in the warm light. She looked me up and down slowly, like someone evaluating what she had bought.

“You’re late,” she said, even though she was smiling.

“One minute…” I murmured.

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

Behind her, on the large sofa, was Bruno. His torso was bare, and he wore sweatpants that clearly outlined what was underneath. He greeted me with a nod without getting up, with the calm of someone who already knew how the night would end.

“Come in and close the door,” Sabrina ordered. “And get undressed. Slowly. I want to watch you.”

I closed the door with my heart pounding against my chest. I began taking off my clothes in the middle of the living room, one item at a time, my fingers clumsy. My shirt, my pants, my socks. When 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 like I told him to.”

Bruno rose from the sofa and walked over until he was standing behind me. His hands were large and hot. He grabbed my buttocks and spread them apart without hurrying, examining me.

“What a pretty, hairless ass you’ve got,” he murmured close to my ear. “Too bad you won’t be able to sit comfortably tomorrow.”

A shiver ran through my entire body. Sabrina sat in the middle 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 thick, brown cock was already half-hard, resting against her thigh. I took it in both hands and brought it to my mouth. The first lick was slow, from the base to the tip, and I felt it harden against my tongue.

“That’s it, baby,” she whispered, stroking my hair. “Take it all in. Get it nice and wet.”

I obeyed. I opened my mouth and swallowed it little by little, as far as I could, making wet sucking noises that filled the silence of the living room. Sabrina moaned softly, her head thrown back, guiding me with a hand on the back of my neck to set the rhythm she wanted.

“That’s right,” she said between sighs. “Slowly, 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 slowed the pace, she pushed me a little farther in, gauging how much I could take before I had to pull away for air.

While I sucked, I felt Bruno kneel behind me. He spat directly onto my hole without warning, then pressed his flat, hot tongue against it. I let out a muffled moan with my mouth still full.

“Ahhh…” was all I could say.

Bruno ate my ass with a hunger that unraveled me. He sucked, pressed 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, on what I had in my mouth or on what I felt behind me.

“You’ve got it nice and soaked,” Bruno said after several minutes, standing up. “It’s ready now.”

I heard him pull down his pants. I felt the head of his thick, veiny cock press against my entrance, still wet with saliva.

“Take a deep breath,” he said in a hoarse voice. “And relax.”

He pushed. The head slid in slowly, opening me little by little, and I clenched my teeth with my forehead pressed against Sabrina’s thigh.

“Uuufff… it’s so thick…” I moaned. “Slowly… slowly…”

“Easy,” he said. “Let it slide in on its own.”

Inch by inch, he pushed it all the way inside me. When I felt his hips meet mine, I knew he was completely inside. I let out a long, deep moan that rose from the bottom of my chest.

“Fuuuck… it’s so deep…”

***

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

“Ah… ah… yes… like that…” I murmured helplessly.

Sabrina took my head in both hands and guided me back onto her cock. She began fucking my mouth at the same pace Bruno fucked me from behind, the two of them coordinated as if they had rehearsed it.

“Look at you moaning,” she said, looking at me with shining eyes. “You love being used by both of us, don’t you? Say it.”

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

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

“Aaahhh… harder…” I shouted when Sabrina pulled her cock from my mouth to let me breathe. “You’re splitting me open…”

“That’s what I want,” Bruno replied, gripping my hips. “I want you to remember this all week.”

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

***

Then Sabrina stood up.

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

Bruno slowly pulled out and moved one step away, leaving my ass open and throbbing. I felt Sabrina position herself behind me, and her cock was even thicker, even hotter. She pressed it against my already-dilated entrance and shoved hard, in one single thrust, all the way to the bottom.

“Aaaahhh!” I screamed, arching my back. “Sabrina! It’s so thick! You’re splitting me open!”

She gave me no respite. She began fucking me with a hard, deep rhythm, her hips colliding with my buttocks in an increasingly rapid pounding. I moaned uncontrollably, my voice broken and desperate.

“Ahh! Ahh! Don’t stop! Yes! Deeper!”

She gripped my hips tightly and gave me long, powerful thrusts. I felt her opening me completely, brushing against 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 put his cock in my mouth again. Now they were using me everywhere at once. I slobbered, moaned into the gag, and trembled all over. The pleasure was so intense that I felt my eyes fill with tears—not from pain, but from pure overload.

“I’m coming…” I managed to say when Bruno freed my mouth. “I’m coming without touching myself… Aaaahhh!”

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

***

Sabrina grunted, sped up even more, and suddenly pulled out. I heard her remove the condom, and a second later felt her hot, thick come fall onto my open ass, copious and marking me. Bruno finished almost at the same time, over my back and buttocks, with a hoarse moan.

I lay facedown on the carpet, panting like an animal, my ass throbbing, open, and dripping. The smell of sex filled the entire living room, and I didn’t even have the strength to move.

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

“Look at you, still trembling,” she said softly. “Good little slut. You behaved well.”

All I could do was let out a barely audible moan.

“Next time,” she whispered, still stroking me, “we’ll get you ready so we can put both our cocks in that little ass of yours at once. Would you like that?”

I didn’t answer in words. I didn’t have to. My exhausted, aching body had already answered for me. And as I climbed the stairs a while later, my legs still weak, I knew one thing for certain: I was going to be counting the days until the next message.