Novel & Cerita Beautiful Crossdressers

But if that is what he wants to see me in, then why not? I take the swim wear from his hand with a smile, disappear behind the curtain and hurry to get undress. One part of me is hoping that he would come back here so we could fuck, but I guess we have to have respect for these people and their store. When done, I go to show off body and the tiny clothes that are covering my private areas. Mr Cross runs his eyes over my body with a look of approval. And I do a little twirl. "Good, let's go."

Well, I’m sure if I had the chances I would rock her world” the creepy man continued, with a nasty smile. “That’s what I’m meant to do MR” Annie smirked. “Eww, you’re a girl miss, the man said confused. “What are you?, one of those cross dressing dyke?” He glared at my girlfriend. “No… I assume you referring to the transgender community. That’s not really nice you know” Annie said. I felt her fist clench against my body. “Whatever, same fags, all going to riot in hell. He laughed and his breath stink of alcohol and then handed me my bag.

Andrew's crosses, spanking benches, suspension rigs, bondage furniture I didn't even have names for. And people. Dozens of people in various states of dress and undress, some watching scenes in progress, others negotiating their own. On one platform, a woman was tied to a cross while her dom worked her over with a flogger, her skin turning pink under the leather falls. On another, a man was bent over a spanking bench, his dom's hand coming down hard on his ass while he counted each strike. My cock was achingly hard, pressing against the tight jeans Dante had made me wear.

Girls twist their bodies around poles on platforms strategically placed throughout the first story. All of the dancers and bartenders who work at Covet are female. Their bodies are spray-painted to look like they're wearing matching swimsuits or lingerie. I've also seen them decorated with flowers blooming across their toned flesh. The end result is stunning. I give these women a lot of credit for walking around in nothing more than a coat of paint and a smile. "Mike told me this place was crazy," Drew yells over the pumping beat of the music. "He was right."

Lady Cinx was embracing two newcomers, clutching them so tightly and fiercely as tears of gratitude flowed from her eyes, her lips moving soundlessly. Then, pulling back, she took their hands and guided them further into the chamber. I stared. They were… not what I had expected. All those times Baevera had said, Only them can handle my heat, I had expected hardened, beefy males. The kind that looked like they smoked bones for enjoyment, took sexual enhancement herbs for go days on end with tattoos up to their skulls—not… those. Jamie and Markie were lean, young, and effeminate. They looked more like a gay couple in love than heat studs.

she said to herself while walking down in search of a place to sleep. But as she walked, her heavy heart filled with uncertainty, she sensed danger lurking in the shadows. A group of four menacing figures emerged, their intentions clear. "Hand over your money," one of them said in a harsh tone. “She looks so beautiful and sexy, it wouldn't be bad to have her for a night.” another man said in an oppressive tone while the others began laughing. “It won't be bad if we all have a taste of her because she looks too sweet.” another said as they teased her.

Nathan Cross The bass rattles through the floor of Vortex like a heartbeat that refuses to die. The walls are obsidian. The air? Money and heat. Desire and rot. It’s not a club. It’s a cathedral. My kingdom. My kill floor. Politicians, CEOs, celebrities, and the wives they cheat on parade through the doors like royalty. Mink, diamonds, high heels and hollow stares. Their mistresses blend right in—just different shades of plastic.

I was dressed in a way I had never been dressed in my life. The cloth that fell around me was heavy and beautiful, a deep gold with threads that caught the light and held it, flowing from my shoulders to the floor in long, perfect folds. My throat, wrists, and fingers were covered in diamonds – not just a few small ones. I mean the kind of jewels that look like they weren't made by human hands, clear and cold and shining with their own light. My hair was arranged with a neatness and care that I could feel even in the dream, pinned and styled in a way that made the back of my neck feel both bare and grand at the same time.

His, clearly. Because mine only involves me and him…naked and tangled up together. Yet standing across the room from us are three others. Count them… Three others. Two beautiful women with long blonde hair and large breasts and killer figures. And one light-toned African American male who is…an Adonis unto himself. They’re all naked, sooo, naturally…. I can put one and three together. I slide my glance toward Jameson—dressed in his impeccable tux—and deduce he’s keen on watching what comes of this foursome. Apparently, voyeurism is his form of participation.

The girls reached the stage and Xander and Xavier held out their hands to help their mates up the few steps. Xander and Xavier stared at their beautiful mates, who were both in matching white lace mermaid style dresses, with long trains that were lined with pearls. The back completely opened until it reached their backside. Their hair styled up elegantly with loose curls framing their face, a flower crown placed atop. They were breathtaking to stare at, it was as if the world stood still and it was just the four of them. They just stared at each other, want in their eyes, lust in the air, and need as their bodies reacted to one another.