Hired to Fuck the Tall Blonde Transsexual and Her Asian Ladyboy Maid

Bruno had been paid for a lot of nights, but the elevator that opened onto this penthouse still made his pulse jump. Twenty-eight, thick through the chest and arms from years of gym work that clients liked to grab, he stepped out in a black shirt open at the throat and dark pants that did nothing to hide the line of his cock. The door was already ajar. Gold light spilled over marble. Somewhere inside, a low laugh carried, and then a voice that knew exactly what it had bought.

“Come in, Bruno. We don’t lock doors we’ve already paid to open.”

He pushed through. The living room was all glass and low couches, the city glittering far below. Two women waited in the center of it as if they had posed for the moment he arrived.

Talia stood first. Thirty-four, and she still had the height and the bones of the runway years she no longer needed. Blonde hair fell straight past her shoulders. She was tall enough that he had to tip his chin, long legs sheathed in sheer black stockings, a garter belt biting into pale hips, a lace bra that barely contained the swell of her chest. Between her thighs the matching panties strained around a heavy cock, the lace dark where she was already wet at the tip. She looked at him the way a woman looks at a tool she has chosen carefully and intends to use until it breaks.

Beside her, smaller and softer at the edges but no less deliberate, stood Hana. Twenty-two, gorgeous in a way that made Bruno’s mouth go dry, East Asian features framed by a sleek black bob, maid’s lingerie cut from expensive cream silk and black lace: a tiny apron that covered nothing, stockings with a seam up the back, a collar of ribbon at her throat. Her cock pressed visibly against the front of the little panties, half-hard, and she didn’t try to hide it. She held a tray with two glasses of something amber and set it down without being asked, eyes already traveling the width of Bruno’s shoulders.

“We hired you for one thing,” Talia said. Her voice was low, educated, amused. “Top dollar, no guessing. We want you to fuck us while we fuck each other. Oral. Anal. Both of us in lingerie until you ruin it. Spit-roast, and then again the other way, until none of us can stand. You understand the job?”

Bruno’s cock thickened against his thigh. He nodded once. “I understand.”

Hana’s smile was quick and filthy. “Good. Because we’ve been touching each other since the agency confirmed you were on the way.” She stepped in close to Talia and slid a palm up the taller woman’s stocking, fingers spreading over the lace that cupped Talia’s cock. Talia didn’t look away from Bruno. She only exhaled, slow, and let her own hand settle on the back of Hana’s neck, possessive, while Hana rubbed her through the fabric in full view of the man they had paid to watch and then join.

The air in the penthouse went thick. Bruno stayed where he was, hands loose at his sides, and let them look. Talia’s gaze dragged down his chest, his stomach, the growing ridge in his pants. Hana licked her lower lip and squeezed Talia a little harder, drawing a soft, shameless sound out of her employer. Neither of them pretended this was anything but what it was. They had bought his body for the night, and they intended to spend every minute of it.

“Take your time looking,” Talia said. “We like being seen before we’re used.”

Hana turned her face into Talia’s throat and kissed the skin there, open-mouthed, while her fingers kept working the lace. Bruno felt the heat climb his neck. He had walked into plenty of bedrooms. He had never walked into one where the hunger was this clean and this expensive, two gorgeous cocks straining in lingerie and both of them already deciding how they wanted his.

Talia crooked a finger. “Closer. We want you near enough to smell what we’ve been doing to each other.”

He crossed the marble. Up close, Talia’s perfume was something dark and expensive, cut through with the warmer scent of skin and the faint salt of arousal. Hana smelled like soap and lace and the sweet edge of her own excitement. The smaller woman’s free hand reached out and laid itself flat on Bruno’s stomach, testing the muscle, then drifted lower until her palm rested over the hard length of him through his pants. She made a pleased little noise.

“He’s already thick,” she told Talia, not taking her eyes off Bruno’s face. “You said he would be.”

“I don’t hire men who disappoint.” Talia’s hand left Hana’s neck and cupped Bruno’s jaw, thumb brushing his mouth. “Listen carefully, stud. First you’re going to watch us. Hana is going to get on her knees and suck my cock through this lace until I can’t stand it, and then I’m going to pull it out and feed it to her properly. You’re going to stand there and stroke yourself if you need to. When I tell you, you strip. After that we worship that cock together until it’s dripping, and then we take you to the bed and we don’t stop until all three of us come. Oral. Anal. Spit-roast. You fuck my mouth while I fuck her ass. Then you pound her while I use your throat. Then I take both of you at once—your cock in my ass, her cock in my mouth—and I ride you while she fucks my throat. That is the night you were hired for. Say you want it.”

Bruno’s voice came out rougher than he meant. “I want it.”

Hana laughed, bright and filthy, and dropped to the rug between them without being told twice. She nosed along the bulge in Talia’s panties, breathing her in, then opened her mouth over the lace and sucked. The fabric darkened. Talia’s head tipped back, blonde hair sliding off one shoulder, and a low moan broke out of her. Her hand found Hana’s hair and held, not forcing, just guiding, while Hana worked her tongue against the trapped length and made wet, obscene sounds that filled the quiet room.

Bruno couldn’t look away. Hana’s cheeks hollowed. Her own cock twitched in the cream panties, a damp spot blooming at the tip. She reached back without breaking rhythm and tugged Bruno’s wrist until his hand rested on the back of her head beside Talia’s. The invitation was clear. Watch. Feel how eager she is. Don’t touch yourself yet unless you have to.

He had to.

His other hand went to his belt. Talia’s eyes snapped open, green and bright with control, and she smiled like she had won something.

“Not yet,” she said, though her hips were already rolling into Hana’s mouth. “Let her show you what that mouth does. Then you can take it out.”

Hana pulled off with a string of spit connecting her lips to the soaked lace. She looked up at Bruno, lipstick already smeared, and hooked her fingers in Talia’s panties. “She tastes so good through this,” she said, voice gone husky. “When I get her bare I’m going to swallow her until she shakes. And then I want your cock in my throat at the same time. I want us sloppy. I want you to hold my head and fuck my mouth while she watches and gets harder. Tell me you’ll do that.”

“I’ll do that,” Bruno said.

Talia shoved the lace down herself. Her cock sprang free, long and flushed, the head shining. Hana moaned at the sight and took her in, lips stretching, sinking until her nose brushed the trimmed blonde hair at the base. Talia cursed softly and looked at Bruno over the crown of Hana’s head.

“Your turn,” she said. “Strip. Stroke it. Let us see what we paid for while she sucks me.”

He didn’t make them wait. Shirt, belt, pants, everything hit the floor. His cock stood heavy and thick, already leaking at the tip, veins standing along the shaft. He wrapped a fist around it and stroked slow, the way he knew looked good, thumb smearing the wetness down. Hana’s eyes flicked sideways even with her mouth full, and the sound she made around Talia’s cock was pure want. Talia watched his hand move and her own hips jerked, feeding Hana another inch.

“Filthy girl,” Talia murmured, petting Hana’s hair. “Look at him. Look at that cock. You’re going to choke on it in a minute, and you’re going to thank me.”

Hana pulled off, gasping, strings of spit shining on her chin and on Talia’s shaft. She turned on her knees and crawled the short distance to Bruno, stockings whispering on the rug. Up close her face was flushed, gorgeous, ruined already in the best way. She looked at his cock like it was a gift, then glanced back at Talia for permission she clearly already had.

“Both of us,” Talia said, stepping out of the panties and crossing to stand beside him, her own cock bobbing, wet from Hana’s mouth. She was taller than Bruno by an inch in the heels. She wrapped one long hand around the base of his cock, just above his fist, and stroked once, possessive. “On your knees with her. Worship it. I want it dripping before we move to the bed.”

Hana sank lower. Talia sank with her, elegant even on the rug, black lingerie framing her body, blonde hair falling forward. Together they leaned in. Hana’s tongue traced the underside from base to tip. Talia’s mouth closed over the head, hot and sure, and sucked hard enough that Bruno’s knees threatened to give. He groaned and let his hands settle in their hair—one dark, one blonde—and held on while they worked him in tandem, sloppy and competitive and perfect. Spit ran down his shaft. Hana lapped it up and then pushed her tongue alongside Talia’s, both of them kissing around the head, tongues sliding over each other and over him, filthy and wet. The sound was obscene. The sight was worse. Two beautiful mouths, two hard cocks bobbing between their own thighs, lingerie askew, both of them moaning like his cock was the only thing they had wanted all week.

“Fuck,” Bruno said, and his voice cracked on it. “You’re going to make me—”

Talia pulled off with a wet pop, lips shining. “Not yet. We have a bed for the rest of it. Hana, up. Leave the stockings on. I want them on while I fuck you.”

They rose together, kissing once on the way, deep and messy, sharing the taste of him. Talia took Bruno’s hand and Hana’s and led them down a short hall into a bedroom bigger than most apartments Bruno had lived in. The bed was wide and low, sheets already turned down, city light pouring through the glass. Talia climbed on first and arranged Hana on her hands and knees in the center of it, cream apron flipped up, panties dragged aside so her ass was bare and her cock hung heavy between her thighs. The black seams of her stockings framed everything. She looked back over her shoulder, eyes dark, and reached back to spread herself.

“Please,” Hana said, and it wasn’t performance. “I’ve been ready since he walked in. Fuck me, Talia. And let him use my mouth while you do it.”

Talia slicked her fingers from a bottle on the nightstand and worked two into Hana with practiced care, then a third, opening her while Bruno stood at the edge of the bed and stroked himself, watching Hana’s hole flutter and take it. Hana pushed back, greedy, little sounds spilling out of her. When Talia lined up and pressed the head of her cock in, Hana’s mouth fell open on a long, broken moan. Talia sank in slowly, inch by inch, lingerie straps shifting on her shoulders, until her hips met the curve of Hana’s ass and both of them shuddered.

“Tight,” Talia breathed. “God, you’re always so tight for me.” She looked up at Bruno, dominant and flushed and utterly in control. “Her mouth. Now. Spit-roast my maid while I fuck her ass. Don’t be gentle unless she asks.”

Bruno knelt on the bed in front of Hana. She opened for him immediately, tongue out, and he fed her his cock in one slow push until he felt her throat give. She gagged once, sweetly, then relaxed and took him deeper, eyes watering, hands fisting the sheets. He held her hair and started to thrust, shallow at first, then deeper as she urged him with a moan that vibrated around his shaft. Behind her Talia set a hard rhythm, hips snapping, the slap of skin loud in the room, black garter straps trembling with every stroke. Every time Talia drove in, Hana was pushed forward onto Bruno’s cock. Every time Bruno thrust, she was rocked back onto Talia. They found the pace together without speaking, a filthy machine of three bodies, lingerie and sweat and the wet sounds of a mouth and an ass being used exactly the way they had been hired to be used.

Hana came first, untouched, cock jerking between her thighs and spilling onto the sheets while she choked around Bruno and clenched on Talia. She didn’t pull off. She kept sucking through it, desperate, and the clench dragged a curse out of Talia that almost broke her rhythm.

“Rotate,” Talia gasped, pulling out shining and hard. “I want his mouth. I want him in her.”

They moved fast, greedy. Hana stayed on her hands and knees, shaking, and Bruno moved behind her. He pressed two fingers into the slick heat Talia had left and felt her flutter around him, then replaced them with his cock and sank in to the hilt in one long stroke. Hana wailed into the mattress, pushing back, taking all of him. She was tight and hot and still pulsing from her orgasm, and Bruno had to grit his teeth to keep from finishing right there.

Talia swung around to the front, tall even on her knees, and took Bruno’s jaw in one hand. “Open.”

He opened. She fed him her cock, salty with Hana, and he sucked her the way he had been paid to—eager, thorough, letting her fuck his mouth while he pounded Hana’s ass. The angle was messy and perfect. Talia’s hand in his hair set the pace. Hana’s ass gripped him every time he bottomed out. Spit ran down his chin. Hana reached under herself and stroked her softening cock back to hardness, moaning his name and Talia’s in the same breath, begging them not to stop, telling them she could come again, telling Talia how good his cock felt where hers had been.

“Harder,” Talia ordered, voice frayed. “Fuck her like you mean the money. And don’t you dare come until I’m full of both of you.”

Bruno drove in harder. The bed shook. Hana’s stockings slipped. Talia’s breasts swayed in the lace bra above his face, and he reached up with his free hand to squeeze one, thumb finding her nipple through the fabric. She moaned and shoved deeper into his throat, hips stuttering, close and holding off by will alone.

“Bed,” she managed. “On your back. I’m taking both of you. Now.”

He pulled out of Hana with a wet sound that made all three of them groan. He lay back against the pillows, cock standing slick and angry-red, and Talia straddled him facing away, reverse, still in the ruined lingerie. She reached back, lined him up with her ass, and sank down in one devastating slide, taking him to the base. Her head fell back. A broken sound tore out of her. She was tight, hotter than he expected, clenching in pulses as she adjusted, and when she started to ride it was with the long, rolling control of a woman who knew exactly how she liked to be fucked.

“Hana,” she said, breathless, dominant even while she took him. “My mouth. Fuck my throat. Spit-roast me properly. I want his cock in my ass and yours on my tongue until I can’t think.”

Hana scrambled up, cock hard again, and knelt in front of Talia’s face. Talia opened and took her in, greedy, and Hana held her blonde hair and thrust, gentle at first and then deeper when Talia moaned around her and pushed forward for more. Bruno gripped Talia’s hips and met her downward strokes with hard upward ones, burying himself in her ass again and again while she rode him and swallowed Hana. The sight from below was devastating: the long line of Talia’s back, the garter belt, the place where his cock disappeared into her, and beyond that Hana’s flushed face as she fucked Talia’s mouth, cream stockings and black ribbon collar, gorgeous and wrecked and whispering filthy praise.

“You take us so well,” Hana panted. “Both of us. Look at you. Our tall perfect slut, hired a man just so you could be full. I’m going to come down your throat. Bruno’s going to fill your ass. You’re going to take all of it.”

Talia moaned agreement around her cock and rode harder. Her own cock slapped against Bruno’s stomach with every bounce, leaking, untouched and desperate. Bruno wrapped a hand around it and stroked in time with his thrusts. That undid her. She clenched so hard around him he saw white, and then she was coming, cock pulsing in his fist, spilling over his stomach and chest in thick stripes while her ass milked him and her throat worked around Hana.

Hana lasted three more thrusts. She buried herself and came with a sharp cry, hips jerking, and Talia swallowed what she could and let the rest spill from the corner of her mouth, filthy and shining. The sight and the grip of Talia’s orgasm dragged Bruno over the edge. He slammed up into her and came hard, pumping deep in her ass, groan torn out of his chest, hands bruising on her hips while she kept riding him through it, greedy for every pulse.

They collapsed in a heap of sweat and lace and cum, breathing like they had run miles. For a long moment nobody spoke. The city hummed beyond the glass. Talia eased off him with a wet sound and turned, and Hana leaned in from the other side, and both of them kissed him—deep, unhurried, tasting of all three of them. Talia’s hand stroked his spent cock lazily. Hana licked a stripe of cum from his chest and then kissed Talia so she could share it.

“You delivered,” Talia said against his mouth, voice hoarse and pleased. “Exactly the hard, filthy night we hired you for. Oral, anal, spit-roast, all of it. Worth every dollar.”

Hana nuzzled his throat, smiling. “Shower with us. We’re not done touching. And when we’ve washed you off, we’re booking you again. Soon. Maybe tomorrow, if your cock recovers as fast as it looks like it wants to.”

They pulled him up between them, stumbling and laughing, lingerie half-off, bodies glistening, and steered him toward the marble bathroom where the water was already running hot. Under the spray they kept their promise, lazy hands and lazier mouths, stroking him back toward hardness, licking water and salt from each other’s skin, already murmuring the next filthy arrangement into the steam.

He had been hired for one night, and he was already theirs.