Transgression

**Author's Note:**

Transgression is a descent into power, surrender, and raw lust. It tells the story of what happens when a curious couple invites a beautiful trans escort into their home - and ends up kneeling at the altar of her cock. Luna Blake doesn't just dominate the room. She breaks the rules, tests the limits, and leaves nothing untouched. Not their bodies. Not their marriage. And not their sense of self.

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TRANSGRESSION

Part 1: Summoning

They'd been ready for nearly an hour.

Ava kept checking her reflection in the hallway mirror, smoothing her blouse and reapplying gloss. She wore little else of substance - just a silk shirt and heels, and some pretty lingerie underneath. Elliot had showered, shaved, then changed shirts twice. He'd poured them both a drink, but his glass sat untouched on the side.

Neither of them had said much since the confirmation text had arrived earlier that day:

"8pm. x - L"

And now there was a knock.

Elliot opened the door, and Luna Blake - trans escort and model - stepped in like she owned the place.

She was taller than either of them had expected, with an air of confidence and dangerousness all rolled into one. She had a pretty face and long violet hair that shimmered like oil, while her full lips were painted in a thick black. She wore a halter neck PVC dress that clung to her - tight over her round implants, cinched at the waist, ending mid-thigh where glossy patent boots took over. The outfit was finished with long, leather opera-style gloves.

Ava stared, and Elliot momentarily forgot to breath.

Luna smirked.

He's cute. Quiet, but he'll moan for me later. She's excited already. Perfect.

"Good evening," she said, her voice soft. "You must be Ava. And you..." she turned to Elliot without waiting "... must be the one who's been pretending this wasn't your idea."

Neither of them denied it, because it wasn't far from the truth. This had all started a few weeks earlier - late on a Friday night, some trashy documentary on in the background about Bangkok's red-light scene. Ava had curled up next to Elliot, both of them tipsy, half-watching, until the segment shifted focus.

Ladyboys. All impossible looks, long lashes, big fake breasts and, in some cases, even bigger dicks.

They'd laughed at first - made all the usual jokes. She's prettier than me. She's packing more than you. What if we...?

It was just harmless curiosity and teasing. Except that night, they'd fucked like teenagers - hard, fast and breathless - like something had opened a different dimension between them.

By the next morning, it wasn't a joke anymore. Elliot had found Luna's page and Ava hadn't stopped him. They'd watched videos together. Talked about it. Gotten off to the idea. And then, finally, they'd booked her.

Now here she was - bigger, bolder, and more fucking beautiful than either of them had dared to imagine.

Not Thai, no - but walking down the street, your eyes and probably your cock would've told you she was all woman. But Ava and Elliot had seen her profile. They knew exactly what was hidden beneath that shiny little dress.

Luna walked further in, giving them both a full view of her body.

The PVC glistened in the soft lighting, clinging to every curve, creaking slightly as she moved. Her waist was narrow, her tits full and round. The dress hugged her hips, stretched tight across her arse - sculpted and demanding to be stared at.

Ava's lips parted, whilst Elliot's gaze dropped before snapping back up.

They always look. Always pretend they didn't. But they do.

Luna stood between them now, close enough for them to smell her perfume. Ava wasn't sure what it was, but she was sure it was expensive.

"So," Luna began, "here I am. Kinky fantasy, dirty little secret, professional slut - whatever you want me to be. But the question is..."

Her eyes landed on Ava. "... who's brave enough to ask for what they really want?"

Ava swallowed. "I... we just wanted to...."

"No," Luna cut in gently. "Say it properly. Like you mean it, because I know you do."

There was a momentary silence before Ava spoke again.

"I want to see you with him," Ava said, voice steady now. "And I want to... I want to feel you. All of you."

Luna turned to Elliot, waiting.

His throat cleared. "I want to watch you, with Ava," he said.

"And do you want to touch me too?" Luna asked. "To feel me?"

Elliot paused. "I... I don't know. Maybe... I think so."

Luna smiled.

Honesty. That's always the tipping point.

"Good," she purred. "Then let's begin. You'll do exactly as I say, when I say it. Is that clear?"

Ava and Elliot looked at each, then nodded in unison.

Luna clapped her gloved hands together. She moved to the armchair and sat with her legs crossed demurely, letting the dress ride higher on her thigh.

"You've seen it online, haven't you?" Luna said. "You've watched me stroke it, fuck with it, cum with it. You know what it can do."

Ava nodded slowly, and Elliot let out a soft hum.

Luna uncrossed her legs and spread them wide.

Her cock hung massive - both heavy and long - against the inside of the fabric, the skin pulled back just enough to expose a thick head.

Luna heard the intake of breath from both of them.

It doesn't matter how many times they've seen it online.

It never prepares them for the first time they see it in person

-oOo-

Part 2: Exhibition

Luna stood, her semi-erect cock pressed boldly against the PVC, the shape unmistakable now. She took herself in hand and stroked - once, twice, three times - growing harder and longer, as they watched.

She tugged the hem of her dress down, the outline of her hard-on clearly visible beneath it - the thickness and the length clear as it curved magnificently toward her stomach. The material stretched taut around her, wrapping it like shrink-wrap. Luna placed both hands on her hips and pulled the dress tighter still, framing the shape like a gift waiting to be unwrapped.

Then, slowly, she untied the straps behind her neck and peeled the dress down, letting it fall to the floor. She stood in nothing but her boots and a smirk, cock standing hard before her.

From her bag, she retrieved a small bottle of body oil.

She poured a stream into her palm - then began to stroke herself deliberately, massaging it in from base to tip. The oil caught the light, coating her shaft in a glistening sheen that accentuated every vein and every curve.

Ava and Elliot both stared.

I could stop right now. And they'd still be mine.

Luna made eye contact with Ava who stepped forward, drawn by something she couldn't describe. Her knees bent instinctively, and she settled in front of Luna.

Ava's eyes drifted. Not to Luna's cock - not yet - but to her chest. Her perfect, round implants sat high and proud, skin smooth, nipples hardened in the cool air. Luna didn't flinch under the attention - she simply tilted her head and arched her back a little.

"You're gorgeous," Ava whispered, voice hoarse.

Luna smiled.

"I know," she said. "Touch them. Both hands."

Ava obeyed, palms rising to cup the silicone fullness, fingers sinking in gently. Luna's exhale was controlled - not quite a moan, more a sound of satisfaction. She pushed her chest forward, letting Ava explore.

She's gentle. Eager. Fuck, I love the ones who are nervous.

But I won't let her stay shy for long.

Luna reached down, gathered Ava's hair in her fist, and tugged her mouth toward one nipple. Ava didn't resist. Her lips closed over it, tongue flicking as she began to suck - soft at first, then with more hunger.

Across the room Elliot hadn't moved since Luna uncrossed her legs. He'd just sat, utterly mesmerised, but the bulge in his trousers betrayed him.

Luna looked at him and smirked.

Always the same. The moment they realise how hard they are for me.

And start to question everything they thought they knew.

She let Ava explore for a while longer - her hands on those perfect tits, her mouth parted in quiet awe - before reaching down and guiding her lower.

"Now," she said softly, fingers in Ava's hair. "Look properly."

Ava's eyes dropped - and there it was. Luna's cock. Ramrod hard, slick with oil, resting heavy against the pale silk of her blouse, leaving a dark stain across the fabric. Up close, it looked almost absurd - not just big, but huge.

Ava inhaled sharply.

There it is. That moment when they see it for real. The blend of fear and want I live for.

Luna stood, Elliot's eyes following her cock like a magnet.

She stepped forward, lots gleaming, her cock swinging as she walked. When she was close she looked down at him like he was something she'd already decided to own.

"Get up," she said.

Elliot stood slowly.

"Now drop them," she added.

Ava watched as her husband unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall. His cock was hard but when Luna stepped closer and hers brushed against it, the comparison was laughable

Luna smirked.

"Looks like I win," she said. "Tell her."

Elliot hesitated.

Luna reached down and gripped both cocks in one gloved hand: hers thick, firm, dominant and his twitching, trapped, smaller in her palm.

"Look at this," she hissed, spitefully. "I'm longer, thicker, and harder than you. I'm half your size, with a cock twice as big. No wonder she wants me to fuck her."

She leaned in, closer still.

How does it feel to be out-dicked by a girl?"

Elliot swallowed.

"... Yours is bigger."

"And?"

"Harder."

Luna's voice dropped. "Tell her who gets to fuck her first."

"... You do."

She smiled. "Good boy."

She turned to Ava. "Get on the sofa and face him. Let him watch."

Ava obeyed, lying back across the cushions, legs curled beneath her, eyes wide.

Luna stepped closer, cock still hard as stone. She stroked it once, then pointed it toward Ava's lips.

"Show him," she said. "Show him what you want."

Ava opened her mouth without hesitation.

She wrapped her lips around Luna's cock, taking the first few inches with a soft moan, hands settling on Luna's thighs. Her tongue worked the underside while she bobbed her head, going deeper each time.

Elliot sat frozen. His wife's mouth was wrapped around another cock - a bigger one attached to a woman - and she was fucking loving it. His mind was a mess and yet, he couldn't look away... and there was no hiding his erection, laid bare for all to see.

Luna gripped Ava's hair, guided the pace, making eye contact with Elliot as her cock disappeared again and again into Ava's mouth.

"Look at her," Luna purred. "So desperate to taste it. So desperate to please me."

She pulled out and climbed on top of Ava, settling between her legs, shaft dragging through the lips of her pussy.

And then - finally - she pushed inside, inch by delicious inch.

Ava gasped, back arching as Luna filled her, nails clawing at the cushions.

Elliot watched every second. He watched as Luna's hips began to move. Watched her tits bounce as she started fucking Ava - slow, powerful strokes that made her whimper.

"Tell him," Luna growled into her ear. "Say it."

Ava's voice cracked.

"Y-your cock is... so much bigger than his...."

"And?"

"It feels so fucking good... don't stop...."

Luna drove harder and faster, every thrust filling the room with Ava's moans.

Then, suddenly, she pulled out - leaving Ava wide open, empty, and aching with loss.

***

Luna turned to Elliot.

"Touch it," she said.

He froze.

His cock was still rock hard, his breath shallow - but his hand wouldn't move. He'd never touched another cock before. Never even thought he wanted to.

Sure, he'd looked in the gym showers. Compared. Been envious more than once. But that was different. That was normal. This wasn't.

Except... it was. He was painfully aroused. And Luna's cock was right there - heaving and coated with his wife's arousal.

She stepped closer, cock wet and pulsing. Veins ran down it like raised ridges, thick and swollen. The head was flared and engorged, like the tip of some sort of weapon of mass destruction.

"Touch it," she said again, firmly. "Feel what I just gave her."

Elliot's hand rose slowly - almost against his will.

His fingers trembled as they made contact, wrapping around the shaft. Luna let him hold it and feel the weight of it in his hand. Then she made it twitch in his palm.

His breath caught. Fuck.

He was harder than ever, and he didn't know what that meant anymore.

Luna pulled away, guiding it back between Ava's legs.

"Now watch me make her cum."

She pushed back inside - deeper than anything had been for a very long time - and Ava cried out, legs wrapped around Luna's waist.

It didn't take long, just a few long strokes really. Ava's orgasm came in hard, shaking her from the inside out as Luna held her down and fucked without mercy, not stopping until Ava was a panting, soaked mess on the sofa.

But still, Luna hadn't finished.

She pulled out, leaving Ava exhausted on the sofa, and looked down at Elliot with eyes full of both promise and threat.

"Your turn," she whispered. "Let's see what that little mouth can do."

-oOo-

Part 3: Ruination

Elliot's throat worked, but no words came.

He looked down at Luna's cock just inches from his face. It throbbed with power, the shaft glistening with a mixture of oil and Ava's sex - the head dark, pointing at him like a challenge he hadn't yet decided to accept.

Ava was still sprawled across the sofa - cheeks red, legs open, eyes heavy but focused. Watching. Her lips were parted like she might say something... but didn't.

"On your knees," Luna said, stepping closer. "You've had your show, now it's time to thank the star."

Elliot didn't move at first.

His whole body buzzed. Not just with arousal - though his cock was still painfully hard - but with confusion and panic. This was real. This was now. No fantasy screen, no distance.

Until a few minutes ago, he'd never touched another cock before. And now he was about to do more than touch. He was about to kneel before one. Kneel before her.

Everything in him screamed that this moment meant something. That once he crossed this line, he wouldn't be able to walk it back.

And yet.... He was already moving. Slowly and quietly, like something inside him had surrendered before the rest of him could catch up.

He sank to his knees.

They always kneel eventually.

The ones who think they won't?

They're the ones who open their mouths the widest.

He reached out, his fingers finding the cool leather of her boots. He ran them slowly up her calves, feeling the cold gloss give way to the warmth of the skin beneath. Her stance didn't shift, she just watched him like an owner might watch a dog that's just mastered a new trick.

His hands continued upward - over the smooth skin of her thighs, tight beneath his palms, flexing just slightly as he explored. He cupped the swell of her arse, fingers pressing in just enough to feel the tension there.

Then his hands slid around her waist, across the flat, toned plane of her stomach, before finally rising to her chest.

He paused for a second.

Then he took her tits in both hands, thumbs brushing over her nipples. They were big, round, and perfect - and yet they moved with her breath. He couldn't look away. She was fake in all the right ways, real in all the wrong ones. And he was hard as fuck.

He let out a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding.

Then, finally, he looked down.

Her cock stood between them - dangerous and waiting.

Still, he paused.

Because this wasn't just a cock. It was hers. It was power. It was permission and punishment, promise and threat, all wrapped into one.

Only then did he reach for it.

Luna didn't give him the chance to stall. She took his hand firmly and wrapped it around her cock, making him feel all of it.

"Stroke it," she said. "Like it's yours. I know you know how."

***

He obeyed.

Ava was watching - one hand between her thighs, fingers gliding lazily over her clit as Elliot began to stroke the cock of the T-girl who looked prettier than most women, had a body to die for, and a cock that had just made her cum harder than he ever had.

Luna gripped her cock tightly at the base, making it throb harder and swell darker. The veins thickened and the head flushed a deep purple, angry with pressure.

"You want it," she murmured, eyes locked on his. "Just like she did." She waved it in front of his face and gave him a sharp, wet smack across the cheek - then another - each one landing with a humiliating thud.

"She begged for this stretch," Luna said, rubbing the moist tip across his lips, smearing them with the taste of Ava's orgasm. "And now you want it too. You want to taste her off my cock. You want to know what filled her. Don't you?"

Elliot looked shell-shocked - dazed - but, almost involuntarily, he nodded.

She gave him another slap with her cock.

"That's it," Luna purred. "Now kiss it."

Elliot's lips hovered, nervous and unsure, then brushed the tip. A slick strand clung from it to his mouth as he opened up and let it slide across his tongue.

"Take more," Luna said, grabbing the back of his head. "Open up for me, baby."

He did.

She fed him her cock - slow, inch by inch - watching the disbelief flicker in his eyes as he took more than he ever thought he could. His jaw strained and his lips stretched.

She began to fuck his mouth, gently at first. But then something shifted.

Luna growled low in her throat and gripped the back of his head tighter. Her hips snapped forward - once, twice, then harder. Primal and ruthless. Her cock rammed down his throat, forcing gags and wet splutters from him as she used his mouth like a toy.

His fingers dug into her thighs for balance, each thrust forcing his nose into the base of her shaft - eyes watering, spit pooling at the corners of his lips.

Look at him, the filthy little slag. And she's getting off on this too. Even better.

Ava moaned softly as she watched.

Luna glanced sideways at her.

"Look at Ava," she said to Elliot, voice full with control. "Playing with her clit while I ruin your throat. She loves watching me turn you into my little bitch."

One more hard thrust - then she pulled out with a pop, wiped her cock across his cheek, and turned to Ava.

"Your turn. Show him how it's done."

Ava slid off the sofa, still breathless, and dropped beside him. She leaned in close, lips brushing Elliot's ear, and whispered to him.

"You looked so pretty with her cock in your mouth."

Then she turned to Luna - and without hesitation, took the length of her cock in both hands like it was something sacred.

She kissed the tip softly at first, tongue flicking at the slit, before parting her lips and sinking down with a greedy moan. Her eyes fluttered shut as she took more, stretching her jaw to accommodate the size.

Her head began to move slowly and rhythmically. She sucked with purpose, moaning around it like it was the only thing that could satisfy her, one hand stroking the base while the other cupped Luna's balls with gentle reverence.

Elliot stared from the sofa, his cock in hand.

His wife wasn't just sucking Luna's cock, she was worshipping it. Like she missed it the second it left her pussy. Like she needed it back in her body.

Luna let her eyes close for a moment, hips giving the smallest movement forward as Ava gagged lightly, then came off it with a wet gasp. Then she dived again, faster this time. Sloppier. Her hands working in tandem with her mouth, stroking, squeezing, and twisting. Her moans turned guttural - like she was being fucked even as she gave head.

Luna looked down at the pair of them. Her fingers threaded through Ava's hair, gripping lightly, guiding the rhythm, her other hand brushing over Elliot's cheek.

She grinned.

"That's a good little wife. Now get him ready for me."

"Turn over," Ava instructed Elliot.

He blinked. "What...?"

Luna stepped forward, lifting her boot between his thighs. "You heard her."

Elliot hesitated - then slowly rolled onto his front, chest against the cushions, arms trembling slightly as he lifted himself to his hands and knees.

His heart pounded. His cock hung beneath him, still rock hard. He felt exposed and vulnerable. And more turned on than he'd ever been.

Ava moved behind him, straddling his thighs as she leaned over him, her body pressing down just enough to make him shiver.

"Relax," she whispered in his ear. "Just breathe."

He felt her fingers between his cheeks, slick with spit and Luna's precum. She rubbed gently at his rim, teasing it open, coaxing his body to accept what was coming.

He gasped as one finger slipped inside.

Then came the shift.

Luna climbed onto the sofa, kneeling behind him, one hand guiding herself into place.

Her cock pressed against his hole.

"Ready?" she asked, voice low and steady.

Elliot didn't speak, but he didn't pull away either.

Luna pressed forward.

The head pushed in with a sharp, forceful stretch - and Elliot cried out, body jolting, hips twitching back instinctively. A raw mix of pain and disbelief crossed his face.

Ava leaned in beside him, kissing his cheek, her voice soft and dirty in his ear.

"That's it," she murmured. "Take her cock. Feel how big it is... how deep she is already...."

Luna grunted, rolling her hips and pushing deeper.

She moved slowly at first - deep, patient strokes - letting him feel every thick inch as she worked his hole open. Her body curved over his, tits pressed against his back, hands gripping his hips for control.

Tight little virgin hole. But he's not fighting it. Not really. He's surrendering to me and fucking loving it.

Ava reached across and took Elliot's erection in her hand, stroking him in time with Luna's thrusts.

"Good boy," she whispered. "Let her fuck you. Let it happen."

He came within seconds. His body arched, cum spilling over Ava's fist as Luna buried herself deep inside him, grinding hard.

Even after he came, Luna didn't stop. She kept fucking him - long, deep strokes - while his softening cock swung beneath him, dripping with thick globs of his own cum.

Luna kept going until her own pressure built - tight, insistent, and unstoppable. She pulled out with a gasp, gripping the base of her cock tightly.

"Kneel," she barked. "Both of you."

Ava and Elliot dropped to the floor, side by side.

Luna stroked - towering above them in her gleaming boots, hips thrust forward to emphasise every glorious inch of her cock.

"Open your mouths."

They obeyed.

Beautiful.

Her orgasm hit hard - half a dozen thick ropes of cum splashing across their lips, their cheeks, their tongues. Ava moaned and Elliot flinched.

Luna painted them both, hips jerking, cock pulsing with raw power. The thick, wet splatter of total domination and ownership.

She stood panting - cock still twitching, still hard - as they knelt there beneath her, grateful and worshipful.

That's how you end a booking.

***

Luna made them lick her cum from each other's faces, asserting her control even after the final release.

Ava and Elliot stayed kneeling - mouths slightly open, eyes dazed. Neither moved.

Luna stepped back, rolling her shoulders, her breath slowly steadying. Her cock hung satisfied between her legs, the sheen of it catching the low light. She didn't reach for a towel. Just smoothed her hands over her hips and began sliding back into her dress, one fluid, practiced movement at a time.

Behind her, Ava let out a soft, broken breath.

Elliot lowered his head.

Wrecked. Just how I like them.

Luna adjusted her boots, smoothed her hair, and picked up her phone from the table.

No one spoke.

She walked to the door, heels clicking softly across the floor - then paused and turned.

"You'll both dream about this," she said, voice sharp and clean. "Tonight. Tomorrow. Weeks from now. Doesn't matter how often you fuck each other after this - you'll still be thinking about me. And my cock."

Ava's eyes flicked up. Elliot shifted his weight slightly.

Luna smirked.

"You'll be back," she added. "Guaranteed."

Then she stepped out into the night and was gone.