Nervous Straight Guy in Lingerie at Tranny Hotel

The marble lobby smelled like warm perfume and polished wood. Emmett stood near a gilt column in black lace lingerie, stockings, and heels, his heart pounding so hard he felt it in his throat. He was twenty-two, a junior account executive who had spent the afternoon in a boardroom and the evening stripping out of the charcoal suit he still hadn't fully abandoned; the jacket hung open over the bra, ridiculous and helpless. The panties were sheer across his cock. The garter straps bit his thighs every time he shifted his weight.

He had come because he couldn't stop thinking about it, and now that he was here he could barely look.

Beautiful trans women moved through the light as if the room had been built for them. Delphine passed first. She was twenty-five, an elegant model with a long throat and a champagne silk slip that clung when she turned under the chandelier, posing for no one and everyone. The line of her ass made Emmett's mouth go dry. Harriet came behind her, twenty-eight, a confident performer in red satin and stockings darker than his, laughing low at something a woman in silver had said. Around them, other trans women in their twenties and thirties paraded and posed, gowns and lingerie and painted mouths, cocks outlined or proudly bare under thin fabric, utterly sure of themselves.

Emmett fixed his eyes on the floor and failed. His cock thickened against the lace until the head pushed past the waistband. He wanted to fuck them. The want sat low and mean in his gut, throbbing with every click of a heel on tile. He did not want to be fucked. The idea of being bent over, of taking it, knotted his stomach even while his dick ached. Mouths, though. Mutual oral. The filthy fairness of sucking and being sucked. That he could want without arguing with the straight identity he kept repeating under his breath.

Mirrors lined one wall. Every time he caught himself he saw a nervous businessman in women's lace, half-hard, trying to vanish into a column. It wasn't working. The hotel was too luxurious for hiding: low music, orchids, staff who didn't blink at a man in panties. Guests treated the lobby like a runway. Delphine slowed near the bar, one hip cocked, fingers trailing silk. Harriet circled a velvet sofa, red mouth curved, the satin tenting as she walked. Emmett's throat clicked. He wanted his hands on those hips. He wanted to push in and hear them take it. He did not want a cock in his ass, not tonight, not from anyone, no matter how beautiful the parade got. If they wanted his mouth, if they wanted to use theirs on him, he could more than live with that. His balls drew up tight against the lace.

He realized he was staring. Harriet's eyes found his across the orchids. He looked away too fast, heels wobbling, and the want didn't go with the glance.

They came anyway.

Delphine reached him first, champagne silk brushing his bare thigh, and Harriet flanked him on the other side so the column no longer counted as cover. Up close they were worse. Delphine's perfume was clean and expensive. Harriet smelled like stage makeup and warm skin. Both of them were hard under their clothes, and neither of them pretended not to notice the wet spot darkening Emmett's black lace.

"You look like you're about to faint," Harriet said, smiling like she already liked the idea. "Or come. Hard to tell from here."

"Both, maybe," Delphine said. Her voice was low, model-smooth. She tipped her head and looked him over without hurry, from the clumsy jacket to the heels to the cock straining the panties. "The lingerie is doing its job. You wore it for us, didn't you? Nervous little straight boy, dressed up so we'd see you."

Emmett's face burned. "I'm straight," he said, too fast. "I mean, I am. I don't want anyone fucking me. I just—" His mouth dried out. Their eyes stayed on him, patient and filthy, and the lobby noise seemed to drop. "I want to fuck you. Both of you, if you want that. I'm fine with mouths. Mutual. I can suck. I want to. I just don't want to get fucked."

Harriet's laugh was soft and pleased, not mocking. "Good. Say it like that. We like a man who knows what his cock is for." She leaned in until her red mouth was near his ear. "I want it in my throat first. I want to taste how nervous you are. Then I want you to bend me over and fuck me like you've been staring at my ass since you walked in. You have been. Don't lie."

"He has," Delphine said. She slid one manicured finger under a garter strap and let it snap lightly against his thigh. The sting went straight to his dick. "I've been watching you fail at not watching me. I want your mouth on my cock while Harriet sucks yours. I want to feel you shake. And when you're done pretending you might leave, I want you inside me. Deep. I'll take every inch and I'll ask for it. Nobody is putting anything in you unless you beg, and you don't sound like a man who's going to beg for that."

"I'm not," Emmett said. His voice cracked. His cock jumped so hard the lace tugged. "I won't. But I want the rest. I want to suck you. I want to fuck you. Both. If you want it too."

"We want it," Harriet said. She palmed him through the panties, slow and sure, and he had to grab the column. "Private suite. Ours. Door locked from the inside, lights on, no surprises. You top. We suck. You suck. Everybody says yes out loud before anybody's clothes come the rest of the way off. That work for you, businessman?"

"Yes," he said. The word came out wrecked. "Yes. Please."

Delphine smiled, elegant and hungry. "Then walk with us. Heels and all. Let the lobby see what it's missing."

The suite was all low lamps and a bed big enough to get lost on. The door clicked shut. Harriet turned the lock and looked at him until he nodded. Delphine set her clutch down and faced him, slip whispering.

"Say it again," she said. "Here. Where we can hear you mean it."

Emmett swallowed. His cock ached, trapped and leaking. "I want mutual oral. I want to fuck you. I don't want to be fucked. That's the line. If you're good with that, I want everything else."

"Good with it," Harriet said. She was already shrugging the red satin off her shoulders. Under it she wore nothing. Her cock was thick, flushed, already wet at the tip, and her balls hung heavy. She was twenty-eight and utterly unashamed, a performer who knew exactly how she looked when she wanted something. "I want your cock in my mouth. I want your mouth on mine. I want you to fuck me after. I do not want to fuck you. Clear?"

"Clear," he said, dizzy with relief and lust.

Delphine let the champagne slip fall. Twenty-five, long-limbed, elegant even naked, her cock curved up against her stomach, pretty and hard, balls smooth, nipples tight. "Same. I want to suck you. I want you to suck me. I want you inside me, doggy if I get a choice, so I can take Harriet's cock while you take me. I will not fuck your ass. I don't want to. Deal?"

"Deal," Emmett said. He shoved the jacket off. His hands shook on the bra clasp until Harriet stepped in and undid it for him, then hooked her thumbs in the panties and looked up for permission.

"Off," he said. "Please. Leave the stockings if you want. I don't care. Just—yes."

They stripped him down to garters, stockings, and heels. His cock sprang free, flushed and dripping, and both women made the same hungry sound. Harriet dropped to her knees on the rug and licked a stripe up the underside without warning. Emmett's hips jerked. Delphine caught his mouth in a kiss that tasted like lipstick and intent, then broke it to speak against his lips.

"Bed. Now. I'm not doing this standing up when I can have all of you."

They climbed onto the wide bed in a tangle of warm skin and lace. Harriet lay back and pulled Emmett over her, his cock hanging toward her mouth, his face level with hers. Delphine stretched out beside Harriet, hip to hip, and guided Emmett's hand to her cock so he understood the shape of it before she spoke.

"Sixty-nine," she said. "Both of us on you. You alternate. You tap out if you need air or if anything feels wrong. We will too. Yes?"

"Yes," Emmett said, and lowered his mouth.

Harriet took him first. Her lips sealed around the head and she sucked like she'd been waiting all night, tongue pressing the slit, one hand working what she couldn't swallow yet. Emmett groaned into Delphine's thigh. Delphine's cock bumped his cheek, hot and silky, and he turned and took her in. She tasted clean, salt and skin, and the weight of her on his tongue made his own cock throb in Harriet's mouth. He bobbed, clumsy at first, then surer, hollowing his cheeks the way he liked it done to him. Delphine's fingers slid into his hair, not forcing, just holding.

"That's it," she murmured. "Straight boy with a mouth full of cock. You look perfect."

He pulled off, gasping, a string of spit connecting his lip to her tip, and shifted to Harriet. She let his cock slip from her throat with a wet sound and tilted her hips up so he could reach. He sucked her deeper than he'd managed with Delphine, nose brushing trimmed hair, and she swore and took him back down at the same time. The chain locked. Delphine leaned across and licked Harriet's balls while Emmett worked the shaft, then claimed his mouth again when he came up for air. They traded him. He traded them. Spit shone on his chin, on their cocks, on his own, which Harriet and Delphine passed between their mouths like a shared drink, kissing around the head, tongues meeting on his slit until his thighs shook.

"Fuck," he panted, pulling off Harriet with a pop. "I'm going to come if you keep that up. I don't want to yet. I want to fuck you. Delphine. You said doggy. I want that. I want you sucking her while I do it. If you still want it."

"I still want it," Delphine said. Her voice had gone rough. She rolled onto her hands and knees, ass up, cock hanging heavy between her thighs, and looked back at him over her shoulder. "Condoms are in the drawer if you want them. I'm negative, tested last month, and I want you bare if you're clean and you say yes. Your call. Either way, get inside me."

"Bare," Emmett said. "I'm clean. Tested for work insurance in the spring. I want to feel you. Harriet?"

"Bare in my mouth was already the plan," Harriet said, grinning, kneeling up in front of Delphine. "Bare everywhere else too. I want your load in me when it's my turn. Say it."

"I want to come in both of you," he said, and the honesty of it made his cock jump. "If you want that."

"We want that," they said, almost together, and laughed, breathless.

He knelt behind Delphine. Her ass was smooth, the hole tight and already a little shiny where she'd slicked herself while they sucked, patient and prepared. He rubbed his cock along her crack, not pushing in yet, and she pushed back with a needy sound.

"Ask," he said, surprising himself.

"Fuck me," Delphine said clearly. "Put your cock in my ass. I want it. Now."

He pressed in. The head popped past the ring and she moaned, low and elegant even then, pushing back to take more. Heat gripped him, slick and fierce. He sank in inch by inch until his hips met her ass and his balls rested against hers. Harriet knelt in front of her and fed Delphine her cock, and Delphine took it with a grateful hum that vibrated through her whole body into Emmett's.

He fucked her. Slow at first, then harder when she reached back and grabbed his thigh, pulling him in. The stockings rasped. His heels dug into the mattress. Every thrust shoved her forward onto Harriet's cock, and Harriet held Delphine's hair and fucked her mouth in the same rhythm, watching Emmett over her shoulder with bright, hungry eyes.

"Look at you," Harriet said. "Nervous in the lobby. Pounding her like you own it. She loves it. Don't you, gorgeous?"

Delphine pulled off long enough to gasp, "Yes. Harder. Don't you dare stop. Harriet, give it back." She swallowed Harriet down again, drool slicking her chin, and Emmett obeyed, hips snapping, the wet sound of his cock in her ass filling the suite. He reached under and stroked Delphine's cock in time, feeling it jump in his fist, precome coating his fingers. She clenched around him and he had to grit his teeth.

"Switch," he managed. "Harriet. I need to fuck you before I lose it. Missionary. Delphine on your face if you both want that. Mutual. I want to see you take me."

"Yes," Harriet said immediately, pulling free of Delphine's mouth with a shine of spit. "On my back. Delphine, sit on my face. I want your cock in my mouth while he fucks me. I want to taste you while he ruins me."

"Yes," Delphine said. She eased off Emmett's cock with a broken moan, hole fluttering, and they rearranged in a hurry of hands and yeses. Harriet lay back, knees up, red mouth open. Delphine straddled her face, facing Emmett, and sank her cock between Harriet's lips with a shudder. Harriet sucked her gladly, hands on Delphine's thighs, and spread her own legs wider for Emmett.

He lined up and pushed into Harriet's ass in one long stroke. She was hotter, tighter at the entrance, then greedier, taking him to the root and groaning around Delphine's cock. Emmett braced a hand on Delphine's hip and the other on Harriet's thigh and started to pound. Missionary let him see everything: Harriet's throat working, Delphine's elegant face gone slack with pleasure, his own cock disappearing into Harriet again and again. Delphine rocked, fucking Harriet's mouth, and leaned forward to kiss Emmett, messy and open, sharing the taste of all three of them.

"You feel so good," Harriet pulled off to say, then took Delphine back down. She slapped Delphine's thigh twice, their signal, and Delphine lifted so she could talk. "Harder. I want to feel it tomorrow. I'm choosing this. Fuck me like you mean it, Emmett. Fill me up. Then her. Then kiss us filthy."

"I'm close," he warned. Sweat ran down his chest onto the lace garter still biting his waist. "Delphine, I want back in you for the first one if you can take it. Then Harriet. Or I can finish in her now and get hard again. Your call. Both of you."

"Finish in me now," Harriet said, voice wrecked and sure. "I'm there. I want the creampie. Delphine can have the next one. I'll suck you hard again if I have to. Don't stop."

"Do it," Delphine said, riding Harriet's mouth again, one hand on Emmett's shoulder. "Come in her. I want to watch your face. Then you put the rest in me. I consent. She consents. Move."

He drove in deep and stayed there, grinding, and Harriet's ass clenched as she came, cock pulsing in her own fist where she'd grabbed herself, striping Delphine's thigh and her own stomach. The squeeze dragged Emmett over. He groaned into Delphine's mouth and came hard, pumping thick spurts into Harriet, hips jerking, filling her until it leaked around his shaft and down over her balls. He held still through it, shaking, kissing Delphine like he needed the anchor.

When he could breathe, he pulled out slow. Come welled from Harriet's hole, filthy and shining. Delphine climbed off her face, cock wet with spit, and looked at Emmett's softening dick with open want.

"My turn," she said. "When you can. I'll help."

She pushed him onto his back and took him into her mouth, gentle with the sensitivity, licking Harriet's come and his own from the shaft, sucking him with patient, filthy focus while Harriet lay beside them and stroked Delphine's cock, kissing her shoulder, murmuring yes. Emmett hardened again faster than he thought possible, the sight of Delphine's lips stretched around him and Harriet's come-smeared thighs doing the work. Delphine pulled off, straddled him in reverse for a moment just to tease, then turned and sank down onto his cock facing him, taking him into her ass in one slow slide until she sat flush.

"Like this," she said. "So I can see you. Fuck up into me. Harriet, get up here. I want your mouth. I want to taste what he left in you."

Harriet crawled up and kissed Delphine deep, then offered Emmett the same, and he tasted himself and Harriet on her tongue, bitter and hot. He thrust up as Delphine rode down, the two of them finding a rhythm that slapped skin to skin. Harriet knelt beside Delphine's hip and sucked her cock, one hand rolling her balls, and Delphine's composure finally broke. She bounced, ass gripping Emmett, moaning into the wet heat of Harriet's mouth.

"I'm going to come," she gasped. "Emmett, fill me. I want your creampie. Harriet, don't stop. I'm saying yes. Come in me. Now."

He grabbed her hips and fucked up hard, three, four, five strokes, and spilled again, less than the first time but still thick, pulsing deep in her ass while she cried out and came down Harriet's throat. Harriet swallowed what she could and let the rest stripe her tongue, then kissed Delphine through it, sharing the taste, and leaned down to kiss Emmett the same way, open-mouthed, cum-slick and shameless. Delphine joined the kiss, three tongues, salt and lipstick and come, none of them clean, all of them choosing it.

They broke apart panting. Come leaked out of Delphine around his softening cock and onto his stomach. Harriet wiped a thumb through it and pushed the thumb into Emmett's mouth. He sucked it clean without being asked, eyes half-shut, still buzzing.

"Room service later," Harriet said, voice hoarse and pleased. "I'm not done using that mouth, and he's going to get hard again and fuck whoever asks first. Same rules. He tops. We suck. Everybody says yes."

"Later tonight," Delphine agreed, still seated on him, clenching so another trickle of his load slid out. She looked down at the mess on his cock and smiled, elegant even wrecked. "Order something salty. We'll need it."

Emmett lay under both of them, stockings twisted, heels kicked off somewhere in the sheets, and heard himself laugh once, wrecked and eager. "Whoever asks first gets fucked," he said. "Mouths stay open. I'm not finished painting those holes."

Harriet grinned and dragged two fingers through the creampie dripping from Delphine's ass, then smeared it across Emmett's tongue. "Good. Swallow what you put in us and get that cock ready. We're fucking again before the ice melts."