The Trans Woman Waiting for Me at the Hotel

I had only been in the downtown hotel in Guadalajara for a couple of hours. I had arrived in the morning for work, and once I had unpacked, I flopped onto the bed with the sole plan of resting a while before heading out to get something to eat. It wasn’t even two in the afternoon. To pass the time, I grabbed my phone and started browsing one of those apps used to arrange quick hookups.

I had updated my profile days earlier: a photo that showed what I consider my best feature, my ass, and a short, direct status, “Looking for something real.” What I was looking for was someone active. I started browsing the nearby people tab, stopping at the photos that showed the front package. There were some very attractive ones, but I didn’t dare send a single message or tap. I just looked.

After a while indulging my eyes, I decided to take a shower to bring down the heat and the urge, so I could go out looking for food with a clear head. I took off all my clothes, went into the bathroom, and let the hot water run over me for a good while. I ran my hand over my whole body, unhurried, and gave myself especially careful cleaning in the back.

When I came out, I saw the phone screen flashing with several app notifications. I had taps from several users, which I answered one by one. But what really caught my attention was a conversation already underway, with new messages. At first glance it looked like a woman, but when I opened the profile I realized it was a trans girl, with the username TS Nayla.

The first message said: “Hi.” And below it, another: “I saw your photo and you caught my eye. If you get in touch, you and I can have a really good time. You’ve got a very tasty, greedy ass.”

I hurried to reply.

—Thank you very much, you look very good in your photo too —I wrote—. Where are you? I’d like to make something real happen.

Her answer came almost immediately: “I’m near Juárez station, staying at a hotel. You can come visit me. I do sex work and I charge a rate. If you want, I’m an inter.”

Right after that she sent me a photo. In it she was showing her erect dick, completely shaved, about eighteen centimeters long and with a thickness that was clearly noticeable even on the small screen.

I located the place on the map and saw it wasn’t too far. And the photo, honestly, I really liked. My body reacted right away, and I even felt a slight throbbing back there, something strange for me. I thought about what she had offered me and the rate didn’t seem like a bad deal.

—Sounds very good to me —I wrote—. Send me your exact address and I’ll head over in a bit.

She sent me the location. I figured I’d get there walking in about thirty minutes. I let her know I was changing and leaving right away. I put on something comfortable: gray sweatpants, a black T-shirt with yellow stripes, sneakers, and a black cap. The weather wasn’t cold, so nothing else was necessary. I grabbed my waist bag and headed out toward her hotel, letting her know through the chat that I was already on my way. “Very good, I’m waiting impatiently,” she replied.

Along the way more notifications kept coming in from other users, which I ignored for the moment. Halfway there I got another message from her: “Come on, I’m waiting for you, daddy. I want to taste you.” She added kiss emojis and a photo in which she appeared in profile, with her dick hard, holding it with her hand as if offering it to me through the camera.

***

When I got to the hotel I went straight to the front desk and said I was going to the room she had indicated. They told me it was on the third floor, that I could go up the stairs on the right. As I walked away, the man at the desk muttered, “Good luck with your hunt,” and gave a low chuckle I preferred to ignore.

I took the stairs two at a time. I knocked on the door and it opened almost instantly, as if she had been waiting with her hand on the knob. She grabbed my arm, pulled me in quickly, and closed the door behind me. Only then could I see her calmly.

In front of me was a truly beautiful woman, around five foot nine, slender, with light brown skin. No masculine figure showed at all; no breasts, though. She was wearing a red nightgown that reached her knees, with a front slit that showed black lace panties trimmed in red. She was barefoot. After letting me admire her for a moment, she took my hand and stood in front of me, not coming all the way closer.

—Do you like what you see? —she asked in a surprisingly feminine voice.

—Yes —I answered.

She came closer, hugged me, and since we were almost the same height, our mouths met effortlessly. She kissed me with quite a bit of passion for a long while. Then she pulled back.

—Okay, give me the agreed amount and we’ll start.

I handed over what we had agreed on. She put it in a drawer and came back to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressed me against her body, and started kissing me again. As she did, her hands went lower: one held my waist to press me even tighter against her, and the other slid behind me and started rubbing my ass over the sweatpants, from top to bottom, squeezing and spreading it without stopping the kiss.

At one point she stopped kissing me, took me by the waist, and made me turn until my back was to her. She pulled me back, pressing her whole body to mine, and brought her mouth to my ear. She started running her tongue over it, drawing involuntary moans from me. In the middle of that play she gave me what we always call a grind: she pressed her dick, still inside the panties, against my ass. I felt her erection, though I still couldn’t make out its full shape.

I gave a slight jolt forward. She held me tightly, pressed herself against me again, and started rocking her hips up and down against my ass, making me feel with each movement how her dick wanted to force its way through my clothes. She switched ears, toyed with the other one, and went down my neck with kisses and licks. She let go of me for a second, grabbed the hem of my T-shirt, and pulled it off over my head.

She pulled back a little and started tracing my back with her mouth and tongue, going slowly down to my waist and back up again. Suddenly, with a few movements of her feet, she took off my sneakers and kicked them aside.

She grabbed me by the waist and turned me around to face her. She kissed me again and went down my neck until she reached my nipples, which she started to suck and nibble softly. With everything she was doing to me, I couldn’t stop moaning. She stopped, straightened up to my height, kissed me again and whispered in my ear with a sensual, heavy voice:

—You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? The best part is still to come.

***

With one hand she pushed me toward the bed and I fell onto my back on the mattress. She took my legs, grabbed my sweatpants at the waist, and in one pull yanked them down my legs, taking my boxer briefs along with them. She used the chance to remove my socks and left me completely naked, legs raised. She held them with one hand and with the other arranged them against my chest so she could get a good look.

—I’d been wanting to see that little ass you’re carrying around —she said out loud—. It looks tasty. I’m going to leave it very satisfied.

Right after that she gave me a slap on the ass that echoed loudly through the room and lowered her face until my ass was at her disposal. I started feeling wetness around it: it was her tongue. She moved it slowly at first, and my moans seemed to encourage her, because soon she ran it harder, at times trying to force her way inside.

I was enjoying the sensation when she stopped. She lowered my legs, took my hands, and made me sit on the bed. She leaned in to kiss me, then stood in front of me and pressed her crotch to my face. Without hesitation, I pulled down her panties and let that eager phallus out, which, once free, jumped right into full view.

It looked even more impressive than in the photo. She put a hand on the back of my neck and brought her dick to my mouth. I took it in and started sucking it, taking it as far as I could, pulling it all the way out to run my tongue over the entire shaft and then taking it back in.

—What a sweet mouth you have —she panted—. You suck it so well.

I kept going with the oral, gradually increasing the pace, until she put her hand on my forehead and stopped me. She took her dick out of my mouth, made me stand up, took me by the waist, and turned me around again. I felt her settling her dick between my ass cheeks and sliding it up and down, letting me feel all its size against my ass.

She backed up a little and rested the tip between my ass cheeks, parting them with her hand and aiming at my entrance. She put in some force; I felt how it wanted to push its way in. Then she made me lean on the bed, with my arms on the mattress and my legs stretched out. She opened my ass cheeks wide, and feeling so exposed, I clenched my ass by instinct.

—Damn, that little ass really is eager for action —she laughed—. I’m going to give it what it wants.

She climbed in behind me, settled her dick between my ass cheeks again, and ran it up and down, making me moan with every movement. She leaned into my ear and told me with authority, in a hard, excited tone:

—Ask me to fuck you. Tell me you want to feel my dick inside you.

Between the strokes and the moans I gathered enough strength to answer her, my voice broken with need:

—I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your dick inside me. Make me yours.

***

I had barely finished saying it when she was already positioning the tip at the entrance and pushing inward. It forced its way in, entering almost halfway on that first attempt, and both of us let out a loud moan. She kept pushing until she was fully inside, leaving me thoroughly impaled. She stayed there for a moment. I felt my ass throbbing around that piece of flesh.

—Your ass squeezes me so nicely —she panted—. I can feel how it’s gripping my dick. It loves feeling penetrated.

She started pulling out slowly, until she withdrew it completely. She spread my ass cheeks with both hands to expose my freshly pierced hole.

—Just look at how it opens and closes —she exclaimed with satisfaction—, like it’s asking for more.

She settled back in and penetrated me again, this time all at once. She pulled almost all the way out and pushed in again, with a certain calm, leaving it inside for a few seconds before starting again. From time to time she pulled it out completely and opened my ass cheeks, studying my ass at her leisure. I realized that was part of her pleasure.

Then she drove her dick all the way in and started thrusting steadily. With each friction I could only let out moans of pleasure. She increased the pace, and between her panting and my almost snorting gasps, her dick slid in and out at will. She was fucking me in a way I was enjoying immensely. She was a true professional.

Suddenly I felt a hard push all the way in and noticed she was lying over my back, bringing her face close to my ears and running her tongue from one to the other. Without pulling out, she started moving in circles inside me, creating delicious waves of pleasure. She brought her mouth to my ear.

—I want to come —she said—. Where do you want your warm milk?

With the sensations of the moment I couldn’t manage to answer coherently.

—Well, since you don’t know, it’ll be where I want.

***

She stood up, pulled her dick out of my inside, and with her hands on my waist, tugged me toward her without letting me get up. She made me kneel, held her dick at my face level, and started jerking herself off in front of me. I tried to take it into my mouth, but she stopped me with her hand. She masturbated more forcefully, between moans and snorts, until she brought the tip close to my lips.

With her other hand she grabbed my chin and forced my mouth open. Then she let out copious streams of semen straight in, three hard spurts that ended up inside and dripped out over my lips. After that she put the tip in my mouth and let me suck it to get the very last drop, while I swallowed what was left.

When she was done, she made me stand up and put me back in the position in which she had been fucking me. She slid two fingers into my ass and, with her other hand, started jerking me off. She did it slowly, spitting saliva from time to time onto the fingers penetrating me and onto the hand she was using to tug me.

When she realized I was about to come, she withdrew her fingers and placed her hand in front of my dick, already holding a tissue. I ejaculated several hot spurts that landed in her palm. She gave me a couple of slaps on the ass, brought her dick back to my mouth so I could suck it, and told me:

—You were so good. You’ve got a delicious ass and you take it really well. I hope I get the chance to fuck you again.

She pulled her dick out of my mouth and let me get up. She started getting dressed while I did the same. Before she finished, she came up behind me, hugged me tightly, rubbed her dick against my body again, turned me around, and planted a passionate kiss on me.

I finished getting dressed, she opened the door for me, and I headed down to the stairs. When I reached the ground floor I had to pass in front of the reception desk, where the same man who had greeted me was still there.

—I hope you enjoyed it —he snarked.

I didn’t pay him any attention. I went out and started the way back to my hotel to rest, feeling all the while how my ass kept throbbing. Maybe I’ll see her again another time.