It was the usual, characterless corporate hotel. Not the one my company usually used. This one was in the middle of London's theatreland, so in addition to the residents there were people having theatre dinners. They had now mostly gone leaving just the mostly male residents. There had been the usual handful of working girls, but even they had been taken.

I was no different to the rest, I used professionals when I was in the mood. Why shouldn't I? I was unattached, divorced. Occasionally I also managed to pull an amateur. But not tonight, I was not in the mood. It had been a difficult day. Tonight I would have one more drink, followed by an early night.

There was one solo female sitting at the bar, dressed to party, very attractive. Ostensibly on the pull, but she had been approached several times and had rejected them all. Now she was being pestered by someone who would not take no for an answer, obviously drunk, and it was turning nasty.

Normally, I would simply walk away. Whatever instinct prompted me not to was really not in my makeup. But intervene I did. I walked over and said loudly;

"Darling, sorry I'm late."

I leaned in and pretended to kiss her. I think she was as surprised as her ambitious lover, but it did the trick. He melted away. I climbed onto the stool he vacated.

"Thank you," she said. "But I really am waiting for someone."

"I was just trying to help," I said. "I truly have no ulterior motive. Join me at my table and we'll wait together."

Back at the table, I said;

"I think you've been stood up."

"No," she said. "My… date has texted, the train she is on has broken down."

"She?"

"Yes, she. We had booked seats for a musical. We've missed it now."

Her name was Helen. We were on our second drink together when her date eventually showed, full of apologies. She was introduced as Lynda. She was every bit as attractive as Helen. What a waste, I thought. I was introduced as Helen's Knight in Shining Armour. I stood up and wished them goodnight.

"Oh, please don't go," said Lynda. "It's too late for the theatre now, stay and have another drink with us."

It seemed rude not to, but I needed a pee. We ordered more drinks and I excused myself. When I returned, Lynda said;

"Are you staying here? In this hotel?"

I said that I was. They looked at each other. Helen said;

"We wondered if you might be interested in a threesome."

I choked on my drink. A threesome? With a pair of lezzies? Who wouldn't be interested? I said as much. Lynda said;

"Have you been in a threesome before?"

I said that I had, but that the others had been paid for.

"Then you're in for a treat."

Said Helen. We finished our drinks and headed for the lift. We were all quite tipsy by then, there was much groping and kissing as the lift rattled it's way up. In the room, I found a bottle of fizz in the fridge. When I turned round, they were in a clinch on the bed, which they broke as I handed them the wine. There were only two glasses, but we would be exchanging more than saliva soon.

Glasses drained, we went into a three way standing embrace, each kissing each. Somehow zips were undone, dresses and bras were discarded. Lynda had my cock in her hand. Helen went on her knees and took it into her mouth, Lynda kissed me on the mouth and undid the buttons of my shirt, then joined her friend on her knees as they passed my bursting cock from mouth to mouth.

So I was in the mood after all. I could feel my orgasm building.

"I'm going to come."

I warned them.

"So come."

Said the mouth that wasn't full of cock. I came. Powerfully, endlessly, impressively. Or so I hoped. I also hoped that I could make some more, and quickly. The mouth that I had filled with my spunk was Helen's, but she shared it, passing it from mouth to mouth with Lynda until it had all gone. I was hard again already.

"Now you can just sit back and enjoy the show."

Said Helen. I felt that I could have gone again straight away, but the night was young and I needed to pace myself. I stripped off my last remnants of clothing, pulled a chair alongside the bed and cock in hand, gently priming it, settled in for the ride. The girls had already started, they were on the bed, tit to tit, kissing passionately. They were both wearing stocking and suspenders, always a cock stiffening sight, but both were also wearing knickers, Lynda's a mere scrap, a tiny thong, but Helen's were more substantial.

Helen was dominant, she broke the kiss and moved down to Lyndas small, pert tits, taking each nipple into her mouth in turn. Helen's tits were full and heavy, with big nipples to match. She kissed her way down to Lynda's lower belly, then lifted away so that she could remove Lynda's thong. She peeled Lynda's moist cunt lips apart and placed a kiss on this lower mouth before starting to lick and suck.

I had to stop wanking, I really was ready to go again. I was torn between joining the action on the bed and just enjoying the show as Helen had said. But this was not for show, this was real, my prescence forgotten as Lynda rapidly approached her first orgasm.

It hit like a juggernaut, waves of pleasure racking her lovely slim body. And she was a noisy comer. My cock was so hard it hurt, the slightest contact would have had it spraying the ceiling, I love to see a woman climax. Helen's mouth remained clamped to Lynda's cunt until the convulsions subsided, then she moved up to place a cunt-wet kiss on her lovers other lips. She then rolled onto her back, lifted her backside from the bed and removed her own knickers.

I gasped at what was revealed, a rigid cock. No wonder her, (Or was it his?) knickers needed to be big. My own erection collapsed like a demolished factory chimney. She was a he. Or was he a she? A shemale, a tranny. Lynda leaned down and wrapped her hand around it, licked away the clear teardrop at the tip, and engulfed it with her mouth.

I should have left, but it was my room. Besides, I was mesmerised by the sight. Lynda sucked it deep, then bobbed up and down on it. She let it slip wetly from her mouth and instead kissed and licked from the tip, right down to the balls, which she sucked into her mouth in turn before parting Helen's arse cheeks and burrowing her tongue into the puckered hole.

My cock had re-erected. Helen groaned and squeezed her tits, thumbing the nipples as Lynda rimmed her arse. I had decided that Helen was a she, that was what she was when I met her. She had tits, very nice tits. The fact that she also had a cock bigger than mine just meant that she was a chick with a dick.

Lynda returned her attention to it, sucking it again. Then she moved away and waved it at me, saying;

"Want some?"

I declined.

"Have you ever sucked one?"

She asked.

I shook my head.

"You might like it," she said. "You must have wondered what it feels like."

I still declined. Lynda parted her legs, revealing her cunt.

"Would you prefer some of this then?"

She said.

"I would love some of that."

I replied. Lynda rolled onto her back, spread her thighs and said;

"Come and get it then."

She was on far side of the bed, Helen was now sitting up, leaning on the headboard. As I moved towards Lynda, Helen produced a condom and tore open the packet. I reached out for it, but instead she put it in her mouth. She intended to put it on for me, with her mouth! At first I recoiled, then common sense prevailed. My cock had already been in her mouth, I had come in her mouth. I had not complained then, the knowledge that she had a cock of her own couldn't change that. She took my shaft in her hand and skilfully rolled the prophylactic over it.

Lynda had moved onto her knees, head down, arse up, knees apart.

"From behind," she said. "Fuck me from behind."

I had no problem with that. Helen parted Lynda's buttocks revealing the tight pucker of her arsehole and the wet slit beneath, framed by black suspenders. Any man's erotic dream. I positioned myself, offered my rubber clad tip to the slit and slid easily inside. I will never tire of that exquisite feeling, the warm embrace of a cunt as my cock fills it.

I was now on familiar ground, one cock, one cunt, one pair of balls, one pair of tits. I held Lynda's hips as I began my movements, enjoying the sight of my cock emerging, wet with her juices, only to disapear inside again. I reached forward to cup her tits, they were not really big enough to swing, but I enjoy the feel of stiff nipples against my palms.

Helen offered her cock for Lynda to suck and she greedily gulped it in. The sight of this strange creature, slim, beautiful, good tits, to all appearances a woman, but with a cock and balls that any man would be proud of. Seeing that cock being sucked was a fiercely erotic sight. I was beginning to see the advantages of her situation, she could be a man to a woman and a woman to a man, I was in little doubt that her arsehole, her substitute cunt, would be available. To me if I wanted it, and I was beginning to.

The thought tipped me over the edge and I lost it, blasting the condom full, roaring as I did so. I slipped out, well filled condom drooping ridiculously from my limp cock. Helen removed it and sucked my cock clean. Lynda had rolled onto her back and was masturbating vigorously. She had not come when I fucked her. Helen positioned herself between Lynda's thighs, she used both hands to guide Helen's cock inside.

I had come twice in fairly quick succession, but the spectacle was enough to have me rigid again. They were mouth to mouth and tit to tit again, but this time with Helen's cock deep inside her lover. They fucked slowly, lovingly. Although Helen had not yet come, she fucked with more control and finesse than I had, making me feel envious. Only when Lynda reached her climax did Helen allow her own release, flooding lyndas cunt with spunk, no condom to block the loving exchange.

Helen withdrew, her cock now limp. Spunk was seeping from Lynda's hole, Helen went down a provided a clean up service. I refilled our glasses as they recovered.

"Are you quite sure that you don't want to suck Helen's cock?" Asked Lynda. "Better her's than some hairy bloke's."

She was right. She had also been right about men's curiosity, certainly this man's. I had bought a set of 'Realistic Dildos'. A set because I wanted to experience the feel of a life-size one in my mouth, but a smaller one up my arse. However, I had worked my way up to being able to take the big one there eventually, and who better to try a real one with than this lovely, big titted shemale? Much to the delight of them both, I agreed to try it.

Helen was still not fully erect and I experienced the sensation of feeling it stiffen in my mouth. I enjoyed the feeling, I even sucked her balls, something that I love having done to me. I also like my arse rimmed, and I enjoy doing it to a woman. I certainly would not do it to a man, but to this half and half? Why not? Helen squealed in pleasure as my tongue proved inside.

"Put your cock in there," she begged. "Fuck me like you would a woman."

Another first for me. Not my first anal, far from it, but the first time that the arse I was about to slide my cock into had a set of balls and a rigid cock just millimetres away. Lynda already had lubricant ready, she applied it generously to both plug and socket, then guided one to the other.

Helen's arsehole offered no resistance, obviously it was well used. It was an extraordinary experience, I was able to reach forward to cup her tits and prevent them from swinging as I rammed her arse, and at her request, wank her cock. But I didn't want to come that way and nor did she, she asked if I would like her to bugger me.

Having come this far down the alternative route, I decided to go all the way and agreed. I reluctantly withdrew from Helen's arse and removed the condom. With some trepidation, I assumed the position. Again Lynda provided lubrication service and I felt Helen's knob press against my tightly closed pucker.

"Just relax."

Advised Lynda.

I did as advised and suddenly Helen was inside. Just the tip, but for the first time in my life, I had a real cock in my arse. She made slow movements, gaining entry with each thrust until she was ball deep inside me. It felt uncomfortable, but didn't really hurt. I could get used to it. Lynda wriggled underneath me and took my cock into her mouth, I was fucked and sucked at the same time.

In the heat of extreme passion, I heard myself say;

"I want to suck you off, I want to swallow your spunk."

I had to experience it, it would complete the set. Helen withdrew from my arse, leaving me feeling unsatisfied to some extent. I wanted to feel the rush of spunk into me, but that was not possible with a condom, but I could take it into my mouth. Again we changed positions, Helen on her back with me kneeling between her legs. I took her cock into my mouth again and this time finished the job. She warned me when it was about to happen, but the sudden warm rush was still a surprise. I gulped it down. There, I had done it. Some remained in my mouth, slimy, salty slightly bitter. Much like my own. I much prefer cunt juice.

What had looked like being a lonely evening had turned out just the opposite, and evening of surprises and new experiences. I would have liked it to continue, I probably had one more shot in the locker, but they wanted to catch the last train to wherever. We said goodnight. It was probably a one off, we had not exchanged contact details. Would I suck another cock? Never say never.