Crossdress Fiction Novels & Stories

he ordered me. His own hand started to reach for the shirt he wore, undoing the buttons. I obeyed, stripping fast. Nearly ripping out almost all of my shirt buttons in the process. My shirt was impatiently dragged off my body. I tossed it aside just as his own clothes hit the floor. My eyes fell on his fully exposed broad chest. Dang! I drew in a sharp breath. He had so many thick muscles. Enticing. My eyes dipped lower to his cock which was standing proudly.

“I want you to stretch me open and ruin me with your huge cock, I want you to fuck me.” I feel a sharp sting on my ass which only makes me wetter. “Ask nicely.” “Please,” I gasp. “Please fuck my wet pussy, Daddy. Fill me with your—” He pulls me even further down the edge of the table. I suck in a breath, watching him undress. I don’t know what to expect, but when his cock springs free I gasp, uncle Jax has a nice cock, and he gave it pretty jewellery too. I’ve been with older men before, but neither one of them were fit like him before or this big. He slams into me, filling me in one brutal thrust, his piercings cool against my warm walls.

Sadly, he agreed. He had to make sure Mia was safe. If this Xavier had taken her on the island, then he had to make sure she was okay. Perry had met him at a boutique in DC. Jax had to hand it to him, he’d done his research and found an expensive place that made designer clothing for closet millionaire crossdressers. There’d been rumors in college that Perry liked to dress up as a woman. Someone claimed that they walked in on Perry dancing to Brittany Spears and wearing pink panties. No one had confirmed it. And no one really wanted to. Some things were better left behind closed doors.

Iris moaned, her tits bouncing wildly as he pounded into her from behind. Cathy couldn’t help but stare. The fantasy she had played over and over in her mind for a long time was happening right in front of her, more vivid and visceral than any dream. She had wondered for months how to bridge the gap, how to make the first move in this strange, blended family dynamic. But today, the heat and the proximity had finally broken her resolve. She decided right then to go with the flow, she saw a dildo just close to where she stood she picked it up and decided to use it to please herself while convincing herself that he is her stepbrother which means joining in isn't allowed.

"Fine. But I play to win." Cross's smirk grew as he allowed himself to be pulled closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "Oh, cara," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark promise. "You're going to lose so beautifully." With a sudden burst of strength, I pushed him onto the bed, sending him sprawling back onto the mattress. He looked up at me, surprise flitting across his features, before his eyes lit up with excitement. He was enjoying this, enjoying watching me lose control. I reached behind me, my fingers fumbling with the clasp of my bra, desperate to show him that I was in charge now. With a final tug, the garment fell away, my breasts bouncing free. The cool air of the room kissed my s

Goosebumps immediately rushed my skin and my nipples stiffened through the yellow fabric of my bra. “He let your fine ass come out alone to play? Brave man. That’s what’s up...” I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste her flesh becoming metallic. “Hmm. He did.” “So, do you want to play, lady? Because I’d love to play with you.” I took some deep breaths. If I was going to do this, this man seemed like the right guy to do it with. He was beautiful, with a beautiful dick to match. I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars.

Otherwise, she’d be six feet under or in chains as a sex slave. She sat down in a chair. Those long legs of hers crossed, the slit in her dress falling open to reveal the creamy expanse of unblemished skin. Cressida used her sexuality and body as currency to get shit done even when it seemed unlikely. “Are you going to add her panties to your little fetish drawer?” I smirked as I pulled out a piece of black lace to show her that there was no need. “You have a problem,” she muttered, shaking her head.

Never worn. A gift forgotten. A thought began to spiral in my mind. Mom’s not home. She said Marcus works late every night… until ten at least. I gazed at my phone. It was only six. I had time to try it on and no one would be the wiser. Ethan, my usual hookup guy said he had a thing for men in lace, maybe I could try it and take some pictures to send. Fear slammed into me. The last time I’d cross-dressed, I’d been caught. Yet seeing those pieces, ignored and left behind—I needed to feel them against my skin. After quickly peeling off my clothes, I pulled on the panties first.

Ezra had noticed this yet he fell hard for him. The problem was, Kendall only ever treated him like a bro. A roommate. A guy you'd share instant noodles with at midnight, borrow ten bucks or a benjamin from, a guy he'd occasionally elbow in the ribs during late-night Dirt 5 gaming sessions. Ezra got Kendall's attention sure—but never in the way he wanted. Kendall saw him only as plain, ordinary, Ezra. So, Ezra had done something stupid. Something very reckless. He’d created Maya—a female catfish Winstagram account, with photoshopped pictures of a Brunette girl from Stock photos. He had replied Kendall's story about Kafka being possibly better than Dostoyevsky.