Chapter 1: Whole story
Chris slung the samples over his shoulder and scanned the row of numbered mailboxes at the end of the driveway. As he continued down and double-checked the address on his clipboard, he glanced into each immaculate living room window, noticing a flat-screen TV and a comfy couch for that crucial sales-pitch invitation. He stopped at number 33 and paused to peer through the tall picture window before realizing he could easily be seen from inside.
He ambled toward the door, adjusting his tie and taking a long breath.
The door suddenly swung open, leaving Chris startled. The house smelled of cinnamon and sandalwood, creating a stark contrast to his usual door-to-door sales encounters. He was greeted by Sandy, an elegant and shapely woman in her early thirties, with a dazzling smile and inviting hazel eyes.
"Hi there! You must be Chris!" Sandy exclaimed.
Her voice was soothing and melodious, and her tight black-and-white dress complemented her stunning figure perfectly. A tingle of excitement trickled down Chris's spine.
"Yes, I am! I wasn't expecting such a warm welcome. Please call me Chris," he replied with a smile.
She raised an eyebrow, gestured for Chris to enter, and turned to her friend Amy. "Amy, dear, would you be a doll and grab us three glasses of champagne?" Amy's elegant features were striking, with long chestnut hair, bright blue eyes, and porcelain skin. She wore a stunning navy-blue pant suit that highlighted her sleek curves, and she nodded, disappearing into the kitchen.
Chris couldn't help noticing Sandy's shapely legs as they slinked into the room, her heels clicking rhythmically on the hardwood floor.
"Well, come in and have a seat, Chris. Sorry if it's a bit cluttered. I don't usually have guests over during the day," Sandy explained, leading him into the living room.
The living room was tidy but carried an air of edgy sophistication, with colorful pillows sprawled over a plush L-shaped sectional.
Sandy cleared a small space on the coffee table for Chris to place his samples. Amy reappeared with three flutes of golden bubbly goodness, handing them out before settling onto the couch beside Sandy.
As they all took sips, soft jazz began playing, setting the tone. Sandy placed her drink on the table and leaned back, crossing her smooth, toned legs. The dress clung to her, revealing her every curve and crevice as her chest rose and fell steadily.
Chris' eyes trailed down to the exposed skin at her shoulders, and under his breath, he muttered a low "damn." Tearing his gaze from Sandy, he noticed Amy giving him a knowing smile.
"So, Chris," Sandy began, biting her lower lip, "Amy and I have been discussing the features you mentioned, and we think we might be interested in signing up today."
Her voice was sultry and dripping with suggestion. Chris felt his excitement grow, and as he glanced between the two gorgeous women, his throat went dry.
"Really?" he managed, barely maintaining his composure.
Amy leaned forward, her silk blouse gaping slightly, giving Chris a glimpse of lacy black lingerie underneath. "We want to see exactly what we're getting ourselves into. Would you mind giving us a demonstration?" she asked, her voice dripping innuendo.
Sandy raised an eyebrow, a wicked gleam in her hazel eyes, "Why don't we move this to the bedroom? It'll be more comfortable."
Chris nodded, unable to speak.
The tension between them was palpable as they rose and followed Sandy down a long hallway. Amy's hand brushed Chris's and lingered there for a moment before she pulled away and swung the door open to the master bedroom.
Sunlight cascaded through the sheer curtains, creating a soft glow around the four-poster bed and the trio. The scent of lavender emanated from the large room, a stark contrast to the excitement that buzzed between them.
Sandy gestured to the bed.
"Why don't we all get more comfortable?"
Chris carefully set his glass on the bedside table, watching as Amy and Sandy slowly unbuttoned their garments, revealing lacy lingerie and toned skin. His heart raced at the sight of them. He'd always been good at his job and handling attractive clients, but there was something different, electrifying about Sandy and Amy.
The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as Sandy and Amy lay down on the bed, their hips swaying in sync.
They beckoned him over, and Chris didn't hesitate to kick off his shoes and join them.
As he crawled onto the bed, his suit jacket stuck to his damp skin. Sandwiched between the two women, he could feel their heat radiating into his body. Amy reached over and tugged at his tie, yanking it off and tossing it aside. Sandy's lips found his, soft, full, and demanding. He opened his mouth willingly, a low groan escaping him as their tongues intertwined.
The taste of champagne danced on his taste buds as Sandy's hands found the buttons of his shirt, ripping them apart, sending them flying.
Amy moved his tie over to the side, pressing her chest against his back as she kissed her way down his spine. Chris shivered between them, unable to think straight as the pleasure built within him.
Sandy moved her lips down his neck, nipping and tasting his skin. Her nails raked down his bare chest, the sensation making him squirm with anticipation.
"That's right, Chris," Sandy murmured. "Let go. Let us make you feel good."
Meanwhile, Amy slithered her body around his, caressing his shirtless shoulders and teasing his ears with her soft breaths. She whispered filthy promises, her sultry voice sending goosebumps across his skin as she traced the outline of his hard muscles down his torso. As her fingertips skimmed the waistband of his pants, he shuddered violently.
Amy's hands were cold, eliciting a thrill as she undid his belt, drawing it free from the loops with a flick of her wrist.
Sandy's deft hands worked the buttons of his trousers, kneeling before him. As the cool air of the room washed over his swollen member, Sandy wasted no time. She wrapped her lips around it, enveloping him with warmth and the soft, wet texture beyond description. Her tongue darted across the head, and Chris gripped the duvet covers tight, throwing his head back.
Fuck, it felt good, the way she attacked his cock with such reckless abandon. All the while, Amy's fingers dug into Chris's side, squeezing the muscles there and making him shiver.
Sandy let him slip out of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting his cock to her lips. With the back of her hand, she wiped her mouth, never breaking eye contact with Chris as she took him back into her mouth again.
"Oh, fuck," Chris whispered.
Amy continued trailing kisses down Chris's side, stopping just short of his naval. Amy stepped back and took off her underwear , a stunning wisp of sheer black lace that hung low on her hips. Chris got a tantalizing glimpse of her pink, glistening skin before she climbed back into the bed, pressing her sleek curves against his side.
Every nerve ending in Chris's body crackled with desire. Sandy's mouth felt so fucking good around him. Amy pressed against Chris and he could feel the bulge of her cock for the first time.
He swallowed hard; he hadn't been with a trans woman before, but he was eager for the experience.
Amy kissed Chris's neck as Sandy's head moved up and down, her plump lips and eager tongue teasing his length, making him twitch with each stroke. The pleasure was so intense Chris had to remind himself to breathe.
Sandy moaned, her voice muffled, and the vibration traveled up Chris's shaft.
The warmth radiating from it promised sinful pleasure - something new and raw and uncharted. His mind filled with electric excitement at the prospect.
Chris, overwhelmed by the moment and spurred on by the need building between them, glanced at Amy, hoping for permission. Her eyes sparkled mischievously in response.
"Make her feel good, Chris," Sandy urged, breaking her attention away from his cock for just a moment.
It was all the invitation Chris needed.
He lifted Amy on top of him, her slick entrance just kissing his hardening length. Her eyes flickered with anticipation before she guided him inside, in one smooth, torturously slow motion.
Amy's walls throbbed with delight, pulling Chris in deeper. He marveled at the tightness, the undulating heat that threatened to swallow him whole. She dug her nails into his chest, her azure eyes locking with his.
"Oh, fuck!" Amy cried out as he filled her up.
He was mesmerising by the sight of her cock, swollen bouncing up and slapping her skin with every bounce she made on his dick. This, his first trans experience was delighted he was, and his eyes were sparkling with the excitement of the moment.
Sandy continued to watch, her nails graze Chris's thighs, gooseflesh erupting in tangible waves. Moans - deep, guttural, and primal rang through the room. Then Sandy left the room as he quickened his pace with Amy’s asshole.
Thrusting gently, Chris matched Amy's rhythm, his hands sliding down her waist, fingers tracing the dip of her spine and leaving a hot trail of desire.
As he drove deeper, Amy's gasps and moans filled the room, her head thrown back, eyes closed in rapture, her hard cock bouncing with each vigorous movement.
"Oh God, Chris!" she cried out. Her fingers intertwined with his as their hips crashed together, fueling the primal fire between them. Perspiration beaded on their skin as they moved in perfect harmony, a delicate dance that bound them together.
Suddenly, Chris hooked his arms under Amy's knees, pulling her closer and burying himself deep inside her tight entrance.
Her body undulated over his, each roll causing her slick walls to tighten around him.
As they found their groove, Chris's fingertips grazed the curve where Amy's ass met her thigh, and he ventured lower, probing at the tight bud of muscle there. She leaned in closer with an encouraging whimper, moaning low as his digit slipped inside.
In sync with their new motion, she picked up steam, gyrating harder with a renewed intensity.
Chris knew he was about to cum in the asshole of this beautiful trans women he felt his orgasm reach its climax. Words turned into senseless gibberish and his hips bucked wildly against Amy's ass, slamming into her as the crescendo of pleasure overwhelmed him. The strength of his orgasm wrenched a final roar from deep in his chest as he finally released himself inside her, feeling her muscles tighten around him in delight.
Amy jumped off, grabbed her own cock and wanked it hard.
Chris couldn't tear his gaze away. She was so fucking hot and he loved every inch of her body. Sandy returned, her eyes twinkling, with a bottle of lube and dildos in hand.
"Eager to continue the fun?" she asked mischievously, tossing the items on the bed.
Chris nodded, gulping as he watched Amy squeeze a generous amount of the lube into her hand while reaching for the rubber cock. “Bend over” my turn now , her voice dripping with a lust-filled tone.
He did as he was told, positioning himself onto his hands and knees on the bed while letting out a deep, labored breath. The cool sheets tickled his overheated skin. He glanced over his shoulder and watched intently as Amy's arm moved in swift, deliberate strokes, pushing a dildo in and out of her slick asshole. His cock twitched, still sensitive from his intense orgasm just moments ago.
Amy took her own penis, lubing it up. She pushed Chris onto all fours. His face just in front of Sandy’s now dildo enveloped pussy. She slid all 7 inches into his virgin asshole . She knew he had never experienced a real dick, and now she was taking his anal cherry.
With one swift movement, she pushed her cock into Chris's tight entrance, making him groan. She pulled back, watching as the head of her shapely dick slid out of his pink hole before pushing back in. Sandy's eyes gleamed with excitement as she watched her friend pleasure Chris, and as she increased her pace, her grip tightened, and a new wave of pleasure surged through her.
"Does that feel good, Chris?" she whispered, knowing full well the answer.
"Oh, fuck, yes," he moaned between gritted teeth, sweat glistening on his skin.
Sandy's eyes flicked down to the spot where Amy's cock eased in and out of him. Watching their bodies move together brought a heightened pleasure, one that made her crave more with a desperate urgency.
Her thighs trembled, and she barely managed to conceal her whimpers.
"Share what you're feeling, Sandy," Amy encouraged, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
"He fills me so perfectly, like he was made for this. And fuck, the sensation of his tight ass wrapped around my dick... it's driving me wild."
Chris, now partially recovered, twisted his hips and pushed back against Amy, growling softly. "Feels so fucking good, but I need more.
I want to taste you, Sandy," Chris murmured, his voice strangled and raw.
Sandy gasped, her grip momentarily slipping from the dildo as she watched Chris glance over his shoulder. Their eyes stayed locked, and a slow, intoxicating smile spread over her lips.
"Fuck, yes, Chris. I want to feel your mouth around my pussy."
Her chest rose and fell in a frantic tempo, and with a slight nod, she gave Amy permission to continue.
"You better loosen up my hole, or I'm going to tear you in half," Chris growled.
Amy replied with a wicked grin, relentlessly pounding into him. His hips bucked, driving her cock deeper into the warm, slick heat.
"Come here, baby," Sandy whispered as she pulled Chris' face between her thighs, her scent wild and intoxicating.
He eagerly parted her lips, his tongue tracing the soft folds of her pussy, feeling her shudder against his mouth.
The taste of sandalwood and lavender, combined with her own sweet musk, sent a surge of energy through his core. She moaned, pushing her hips forward in an invitation he couldn't resist.
As Chris's tongue flitted against her wetness, Sandy let out a soft cry. Her hand snaked into his hair, pulling him closer and applying more pressure. Her breath came in shallow puffs, and she closed her eyes, savoring the delicious sensation.
Amy, still moving in Chris, grunted, lost in the pleasure swirling deep inside her.
Sandy's hands gripped Chris's hair, guiding his face with growing urgency. He took her hint, sucking and licking in a rhythm that made her tremble, her hips rocking.
Amy picked up speed as she thrust into Chris, impaling him on her cock. She watched the way Sandy's mouth fell open, her eyes going wide as she cried out, a shuddering orgasm overtaking her.
Chris held onto Sandy's thighs, steadying both of them as he continued to lick and kiss.
"Jesus, Chris. You're so fucking tight!" she panted. "I'm going to cum any second."
Sandy slid her finger down her sex, gathering the wetness accumulated from Chris' talented tongue. She pulled him away, grasping his chin and forcing their eyes to meet.
"Open up, Chris. Taste how good you make me feel," Sandy demanded, her voice thick with arousal.
Chris happily obliged as Sandy guided her slick finger into his waiting mouth.
His tongue curled around her digit, tasting a mix of her arousal and his spit, eliciting a deep grunt from his chest.
As Sandy pulled away, she admired the sight of Chris - his face slick with sweat, his eyes dancing as though under the influence of a heady drug. The tendons in his neck stood out against his skin like veins on a leaf pressed against the windowpane.
Sandy's legs trembled, and she dropped to the bed beside Chris, watching as he continued to serve the delicious feast between her thighs.
Amy moved with measured aggression behind Chris, still plunging her cock into his well-used ass, creating a symphony of wet, slapping sounds that echoed through the room.
Chris felt the tension in the air thicken. His tongue explored Sandy, swirling around and prodding at her tight hole before sucking on her clit like it was the sweetest piece of candy he'd ever had.
He sucked until he could feel her tense up and gasp for breath.
It was enough to push her over the edge.
"Chris!" Sandy's orgasm tore through her as a body-shaking scream. Her entire body convulsed as her climax rippled through every nerve, soaking Chris' face.
Amy picked up speed, plunging into Chris in a frenzy. The tightness with each movement sent her own pleasure mounting until she couldn't take it any longer.
Amy let out an incoherent cry as she slammed into Chris with one final thrust, her own orgasm tearing through her. She trembled and shook, the ecstasy of her release so intense that it nearly took her breath away.
Sandy sat up, panting from her orgasm as she observed Chris, who remained on all fours in front of her. The pink rim of his asshole stretched around Amy's cock sent a thrill through Sandy's core.
Amy gasped for breath, slowly pulling out of Chris, watching as his body quivered with lingering pleasure.
"Fuck, Chris. You were incredible," Amy murmured, caressing his side as she eased herself out of him.
Chris looked back with a crooked smile. "You two are fucking unbelievable," he panted, wiping the sweat from his brow.
They flopped down on the bed in a tangle of limbs. Chris caught Sandy's gaze and reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as they all fought to regain their breaths.
He knew he had never experienced anything like this before, and the thrill of their encounter made his heart thud against his chest.
The three of them lay intertwined in a sweaty heap, their bodies still humming with pleasure and adrenaline. Sandy's chest rose and fell rapidly, her hair sprawled out across the duvet in wild abandon. Amy reclined beside her, looking utterly spent and satisfied, her body shining with perspiration as she laid a possessive hand on Sandy's hip.
The atmosphere in the room had shifted, and raw energy pulsed through the air as their chests heaved up and down.
Sandy smiled, her fingertips tracing the lines of Chris' hand, intertwining with his as they leaned their heads together. The taste of her arousal still lingered on Chris' lips, and he reveled in that essence, relishing the memory of how amazing she tasted.
The three of them lay entangled on the rumpled bed, sweaty bodies and sated desire creating an intimacy unlike any other.
Chris glanced at Sandy, who smiled softly, her hazel eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure. Beside her, Amy sighed, content and replete.
Sandy's fingers brushed through Chris' chest hair as she whispered in his ear, "You were amazing." Her breath tickled his skin, making him shiver. "I want more of you—all of you."
Amy shifted beside them, resting her head on one hand. "We both do," she agreed, running her fingers gently across Sandy's lower back in hypnotic circles.