Romans & histoires Crossdress Storys

I exclaimed. What if the people that lived here came back finding no clothes? I had already taken their bed and now their clothes! Creed shook his head again, pulling out light leather pants and a female tunic. The back was cut out and tied at different points in the shirt. Creed threw it at me, walking himself into the bathroom. Shrugging my shoulders, I put on the clothes; no use arguing.

He said his girl friend hadn't worn her set yet and it was nice to see it on someone and asked me to take off my t shirt which I did. I was trembling nervously. I have cross-dressed for years and no one has ever seen me dressed. He asked if he could touch the satin and I anxiously said yes and my cock began to swell. he placed one hand on my back and slid it up and down and in circles and said "I love the feel and look of satin, it drives me wild." He hand slid down to my butt cheeks and I shivered. Then he reached over with his other hand and slid it across my stomach and up my chest and used to fingers to tease my nipples. I almost melted. By now, my cock was pushing the tap panties straig

he took my hand which I hadn’t extended and kissed it, licking a bit. Ugh, that was gross. I nodded coming closer to Vadas. I secretly whipped my hand against his pants, and he smiled pressing me closer. They exchanged usual formalities with not so much enthusiasm. His female, I instantly forgot her name, was almost naked in her blood-red, tight dress. It hardly covered her butt. And she desperately tried to gain Vadas's attention to her breasts. She was beautiful, however, he doesn’t seem even slightly interested. That made me smirk for some reason.

They could only be present for cheering on the racers, which was why I have to cross-dress. As soon as the clock struck 12, I got up and tiptoed towards Krystal’s room. Only after I was sure that she was fast asleep did I go back to my room. I removed a small suitcase that hadn’t been opened in a long time from the closet. Inside were some male clothes I had purchased years ago. I took out black pants and paired it with a black tee. Because I have a curvy bust, I needed to wrap it with three to four layers over to make it appear flat.

Fuck that. I swing my legs out of bed, the coolness of the floor snapping me into motion. I throw open the closet and pull out the tightest black top I can find—low-cut, unapologetic. I shimmy into my black dress and strap on my red-bottom Louboutins with enough force to make the heel snap. But it doesn’t. Shame. Would’ve been poetic. If I’m going to be Nathan Cross’s pet project, I’m going to bleed him for it. One dollar at a time.

I was 22 years old after all. “I need him to see that I'm grown enough to handle the business.” I looked at Anthony's lips as I spoke, my hot breath washed against his face. His hand was still buried in my boxers. Even though I was a crossdresser, I preferred boxers to panties. “You are.” Anthony smiled. Leaning against me, he pressed his lips into mine, while his hand continued working on the bulge within my boxers. I could feel the fabric getting soaked with precum.

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Riele said, walking out of the room. Justin gave Madison her dress to wear, it was a white long gown with a split at the front that stops on her thigh. He also gave her a red shoe to go with it. He gave Jay a red suit and a white shirt with black shoes to go with it. After he was done dressing them up, Chloe, the makeup artist came to do her magic on their faces and their hair. Jay was looking so handsome and Madison was beautiful. "Tell Riele we are ready," Justin told Chloe. Chloe went to get Riele who was chatting with Charlotte.

Kinks: CNC (Consensual Non-Consent), kidnapping, rough sex, being overpowered, degradation + praise, being used, forced orgasms, being claimed/possessed. She hesitated for a long time before hitting “match.” That same night, she matched with someone. Damien. His profile was simple: Damien Cross, 34 Kinks: CNC, kidnapping/roleplay, heavy dominance, ownership, rough sex, breeding talk, marking, aftercare. They started chatting. At first, it was cautious. Then it became intense. Damien: You said you like being taken against your will. How real do you want it to feel? Elena: As real as possible. I want to be scared. I want to feel like I don’t have a choice… but I also want a safe word.