The Trans Ultra Collection Vol 3

by Ursula Lovelace

  The Genie kissed me sensually across my jawline. We played with each other’s breasts as we engaged in a passionate kiss. We tumbled across the bed until I ended up on my back again. The two of us found a good position where I could wrap my legs around Jasmine’s wide hips.

  We spent minutes caressing each other’s bodies. I moaned from her sensual touch. I felt like a precious doll in her hands. I pressed my body against her soft breasts. We touched nipple to nipple as I touched everything from her feet to her rounded buttocks.

  I felt Jasmine’s erection brush up against my thigh. She needed to use that cock to fuck me in order to complete the wish. However, the Genie seemed to sense that I wasn’t in a rush to turn back into a man.

  Nonetheless, I knew that she wanted to try out her new toy. “Jasmine, make love to me…”

  The woman placed her hand on the base of her shaft and pointed it at my wet cunt. I wondered what it would be like to be penetrated. I didn’t have to wait long because she slowly thrust forward and buried the bulbous head of her cock inside my pussy.

  I immediately felt the full girth of her shaft.

  I groaned and tossed my head back when she entered me. The walls of my cunt clamped down her lengthy prick like a vise. I saw Jasmine’s beautiful eyes flash with concern. “Mistress, have I hurt you?”

  I drooled onto the sheets in bliss. “It feels fucking amazing. Fuck me, Jasmine!”

  That was exactly what she needed to hear. Jasmine pulled out before slamming back into me. This time, I took more and more of her cock. My virginal pussy was tight but the Genie’s technique helped her penetrate me. It felt so strange being on the receiving end of a thrust. My skin prickled with pleasure as my breasts shook from every movement.

  Jasmine barely had her magical erection in me but I felt like I had the entire damn thing in me. Through sheer force and skill, she kept burying her prick deeper and deeper into me. I looked up to admire the woman fucking me.

  Beads of sweat appeared on her sexy body as she entered deeper into me. The woman’s thrusts were slow and calculated. It wasn’t a rush to rail me so I could change back into a man. She wanted to enjoy this encounter. Her face contorted as my pussy built pressure on her cock. She looked inhumanely beautiful in this moment.

  The Genie didn’t allow me to rest as she pumped into me. I moaned in erotic delirium as she fucked me senseless. For someone who had a cock for a just a few minutes, the woman knew where to point it inside of my cunt. Together, we rocked back and forth like a well-oiled machine.

  I couldn’t believe she was all the way inside of me. Jasmine never kept thrusting in one direction for too long. She always varied up her angles to send more waves of pleasure throughout my body.

  I felt adrenaline rush through my veins as her prick battered my pussy into submission. Lust prickled every pore of my skin. I reached behind to cup her plump buttocks and pull her deeper inside of me. It was a complete reversal of the blowjob from earlier. For someone who had always had done the fucking, I enjoyed getting pounded.

  The frenzied pace of her fucking meant that she could not last forever. Even a Genie had her limits. The woman squealed as the tension built up in her. I felt her convulse above me as her balls smacked against my buttocks. As her Mistress, I wanted to be the one making her wish come true. “Come for me, Jasmine!”

  She thrust forward with one final movement and tossed her head back. “Yes, my love!”

  My orgasm was close at hand as well. This wasn’t just about my pleasure. I wanted her to be happy as well. The Genie had gone a millennium without a good orgasm. Now, I wanted to make up for lost time. I locked my ankles around her waist and prepared for our mutual climax.

  Jasmine whimpered from her impending orgasm. It passed as a tremor through her shaft. I felt a similar sensation between my legs. I couldn’t believe I was taking so much pleasure form being transformed into a woman and getting fucked with a magical cock.

  Finally, I felt Jasmine’s cock twitch with an incoming volley of hot come. The Genie clenched her teeth and rammed her cock deep within me. I moaned as a spray of semen coated my insides.

  The walls of sex converged on her throbbing erection. The two of us yelled and rolled around the bed in bliss. An endless torrent of her hot cum flowed into me. Soon, there was too much piling up inside of me and the sticky substance began leaking out of me. I milked this cock for all that it was worth.

  Jasmine continued to pump into me until her strength finally left her. She collapsed on top of me when she finally finished. Gasping for breath, I turned to her. “Holy Fuck! I can’t believe I actually did that!”

  She smiled in contentment as her cock vanished and turned into a vagina. A part of me started to miss it. “Believe it, Mistress. Your wish has come true. I can change you back into a man.”

  “No, hold on a minute,” I said stopping her. I reached out to cup one of my breasts. I loved my new body. I had never experienced such an earth-shattering orgasm as a man. “I’m liking my new look. Maybe I can be a guy during work hours. But that doesn’t have to be the case when we’re behind closed doors.”

  “You’re a very open minded… woman, my Mistress,” she giggled, before kissing me. I had a million ideas on what to wish for. “I sense that you have many sensual fantasies buried deep within you. I will enjoy serving you.”

  Pondering my next wish, I snuggled up with the sexy Genie. “We’re going to have a lot of fun together, Jasmine. Now, for my next wish…”

  Chapter 1

  “I’m telling you, Dave,” my best friend said as we walked down the packed sidewalk. It was a cloudy day that looked like it could turn into a rainy one at a moment’s notice. Thankfully, we weren’t too far from our destination. “This place is going to blow your mind. They don’t call it the House of Luck for nothing.”

  “Tony, I’ve lived here for years and never even heard of this place,” I replied, not sharing his enthusiasm. We had been friends since grade school. I couldn’t begin to count the times he exaggerated the details of a mundane event to get me to tag along. “How come I haven’t even heard of it before you brought it up? I know that brothels don’t go around buying ad space in the Sunday paper but a place like this should be talked about on the internet.”

  Tony leaned into my ear as if to avoid being overheard. “That’s part of the deal. You’re not supposed to go around telling everyone you meet about the House of Luck. They prefer to avoid any attention from the cops or the feds.”

  “You’re making it sound like some Freemason’s society,” I chuckled. There was so much chatter and movement on the street that no one would bother paying any attention to us. With so much cloak and dagger secrecy, it felt like we were heading straight into a sex cult’s ritual ceremony. “There must be a dozen different whorehouses and strip clubs in this city that have gone on for years without getting raided. Hell, some cops are probably reliable patrons for a few of them. What makes this one so afraid about the police?”

  “It’s not so much the prostitution,” he replied. We passed people carrying umbrellas. I hadn’t been smart enough to have one on me. Hopefully, we would find the place before it started pouring. “It’s the gambling aspect that’s the real issue. The police don’t care who you put your dick into. However, the IRS cares about where you spend your money. If they find out that you’re gambling without giving them a cut, then they could close that place down.”

  My eyes narrowed. “You mean that coin toss gimmick?”

  “It’s what makes the House of Luck so great!” Tony said with a smile. The name made it sound like an everyday Chinese restaurant instead of a brothel. “Believe me, nothing beats getting a mind-blowing fuck for free.”

  I recalled what he had told me about this special place. Normally at a brothel, you had to pay for the privilege of sleeping with a woman of the night. However, this place let you have a chance for testing out their wares for free.

  All you had to do was win a simple coin toss. One side wa
s for a female prostitute and the other was for a man. You called which side of the coin would land face up. If you got it right, then you could fuck a girl for free. If it landed on the other side, then you got yourself a free sex session with another man.

  Of course, mostly straight guys visited brothels like these. If it landed on the wrong side, then you either had to take your free fuck with a guy or pay to have a woman have sex with you. It was a good business model from what Tony told me. They attracted a lot of clients who tried to beat the odds. A fifty-fifty chance of winning was much better than what you would find at a casino.

  I had to admit it sounded more interesting than a typical whorehouse. I wasn’t at the age where I wanted to settle down. There was a deep need in me to explore the world and experience new things. This meant double for my sex life.

  Unfortunately, sex had become routine to me. Not even a high class escort could win me over. It didn’t matter how adventurous I was. Whether it was kinky positions or the use of sex toys, the whole thing was becoming a bore. It was like listening to a good joke over and over again. Sooner or later, the punchline loses its zing. Hopefully, the House of Luck was different.

  Nonetheless, I rolled my eyes at Tony’s endless enthusiasm. “Just how many times have you had a freebie fuck?”

  “More than I’ve lost,” he laughed. “You only get one coin toss once every two weeks so you can’t abuse it. Still, it’s worth paying for the women there.”

  I wondered why they used a coin. A pair of dice or a full deck of cards would give them a bigger advantage. The house was supposed to win in the casino. Perhaps, they liked letting the clients win a few times.

  “Do your wins include the times you’ve had to sleep with a guy?”

  “Fuck you, man!” he retorted with a chuckle. “Think of it as a bonus. In any case, don’t go putting up photos of the place on Facebook or Instagram. You can’t tell anyone its location. It’s the Area 51 of whorehouses.”

  He was making it sound like we were committing espionage. Nevertheless, I raised up my hand. “Scout’s honor.”

  “Good, this is a business based on referrals but you have to be careful,” Dave cautioned, his eyebrows dropping. “We’ve been friends and I trust you. However, don’t go around telling just about everyone about how to get here. If we’re lucky, then we won’t have to wait long. Everything is done on an appointment basis.”

  I wasn’t even sure if I could retrace my steps to the House of Luck. Tony was leading me through the back alleys of the congested city. We ended far away from any tourist traps. You would need to be a native of the city to get here.

  I heard the crack of thunder in the distance. The clouds above were getting hazy. I didn’t want to get caught in the downpour.

  Finally, we emerged in front of a number of mundane looking storefronts. I saw a laundromat and a few other mom and pop shops. Tony pointed to a wholesale paper and office supplies company. “That’s our destination. That entire paper and office supplies business is there to throw off cops and tourists.”

  “Seriously?” I asked incredulously. I had expected something a little more exotic like a massage parlor. “That’s the front for their business?”

  “It’s better than a restaurant,” he replied. “You don’t have to worry about a health inspector walking in on you while you’re getting a blowjob!”

  I followed Tony into the office supplies store. I couldn’t help but ask him. “With all of this secrecy, how did you find about this place in the first place?”

  “I’m friends with one of their oldest customers,” he answered in a quiet voice. We stopped just before the office supplies store. “Look, I heard rumors about this place back when we were kids. I thought the Good Luck House was just some myth. Guys talked about its existence but I never met anyone who actually spent a night there. Years later, I bumped into an old friend from high school and he pointed me in the right direction. It turns about it was a bike ride away from my old home!”

  Staring at the office supplies shop, I recalled the rumors I had heard years ago. “Hold up, I remember hearing that the place was disguised as a bowling alley. You had to land three strikes in a row or something to get into the secret room. I guess that part about having some sort of front was true.”

  Tony pointed to the place. “Remember, it’s by appointments only. You’re only in here as a referral. I only got through the front door since one of their longtime customers vouched for me.”

  “Will I become a full-fledged member after my first time?” I joked. I wondered if they had membership card. Maybe I could earn extra points for frequent visits. “Learn the secret handshake?”

  He groaned. “Just remember the rules. Come in, toss a coin, fuck, and leave. No questions or souvenirs. Don’t make the girls upset or else they’ll throw both of us out!”

  “They must be very good at what they do to have such a level of secrecy,” I replied. “I mean, if you lose the coin toss, then it’s $500 for a girl. That’s a bit pricier than some other places in the city.”

  “Relax, you’ll forget that you ever lost a coin toss after an hour with one of their girls,” Tony stated. “They’re worth it. Come on, let’s head inside.”

  I wondered what kind of things the girls did. My friend made it sound like they gave you the whole works. Nothing was off the table other than hurting the girls. I wasn’t into torturing prostitutes to begin with so that was off the table. In any case, you didn’t have to pay extra for the kinky stuff. It made the high price tag seem worth it.

  We finally entered the office supplies shop. It looked like a humble if shabby looking establishment. The prices didn’t look comparable to a typical Staples or OfficeMax. Then again, maybe that was how they dissuaded people from coming in to take a look.

  There was an old man helming the front desk. He stared at us with suspicion. Well, he mostly looked at me with mistrust. In any case, Tony talked to him and the expression on the man’s face softened. He gave a curt nod at me and said. “This way.”

  Tony and I followed the man down a staircase. My heart raced and my skin felt like it was tickled by an invisible hand. I didn’t know why I was feeling this way. This wasn’t the first brothel I had been to.

  Maybe the whole secrecy around this place was finally getting to me. I hadn’t taken Tony’s stories about the Good Luck House too seriously. He always exaggerated the details. Now, I at least knew that this place wasn’t an urban legend.

  When we descended the stairs, we came to a lobby. There wasn’t much in the way of furnishings but there was a couch, a magazine rack, and a coffee table. It almost looked like we were scheduled for a doctor’s appointment rather than for a sex session.

  Tony spoke more with the old man while I looked around. There was a middle-aged woman dozing off at a nearby desk. I guessed she was in charge of the bookkeeping rather than the clients.

  Tony returned to me said. “Okay, there’s a small wait. After that, we’ll each have our sessions.”

  I looked around the place. “There are other guests here?”

  “There are a few different lobbies and management prefers if clients don’t mingle,” he explained. It made sense. It would be pretty awkward bumping into a stranger who just got off railing a woman. “They’re mostly older guys who love gambling and sex. This is the perfect place to mix the two.”

  I nodded. “It’s hope it’s a lucky day for us.”

  Chapter 2

  As we waited, the woman at the desk woke up and logged us in. Tony flipped through a magazine like he was waiting for a checkup with a dentist. The whole thing felt a bit ordinary for a legendary whorehouse. I felt so bored as if I was waiting for a bus that never arrived on time.

  There was a strict no cellphone policy so I couldn’t even browse the interest or play games. This place seemed sterner than a church while being a house for sinners. It would be easier to play paintball in the Oval Office than have a little bit of fun in the waiting room.

  O
ne of the magazines was a brochure by the House of Luck for its clients. It highlighted some of the prostitutes that worked at the place. The women looked like beauty queens but none of them caught my eye. There was no one exotic or particularly eye-catching. I didn’t know what kind of woman I was after. I just couldn’t imagine myself with any of the picks here.

  For that matter, I didn’t know what I was expecting exactly from the waiting room. I figured it would be classy with well-dress ladies serving us drinks. Maybe it was better for me to keep my expectations in check. I could easily lose the coin toss and wind up with a girl I didn’t like.

  It wasn’t that much better in the dating scene. Most of the women I knew were after my money. At least in a brothel, I was dealing with a more forthright woman. Besides, I tended to attract girls looking for an easy meal ticket on dating websites.