Crossdress Tales Novels & Stories

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

Alex crossed the floor without hesitation. Diego spoke first, voice low, rough. “You’re late.” “Traffic,” Alex lied, lips curving. Marcus laughed, deep and rolling. “Bullshit. You were jerking off in the car thinking about this.” Alex didn’t deny it. He stepped onto the platform, stood between Marcus’s spread knees. Marcus reached out, palmed Alex’s bulge through the jock, squeezed once. “Strip,” Marcus ordered. Alex unbuckled the harness first—slow, deliberate—letting leather slide off shoulders. Then he hooked thumbs in the jock waistband, pushed it down. His cock sprang free—cut, seven inches, thick, already leaking. Heavy balls drawn up tight.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Here is the thrill. I parted my legs in front of him, exposing the surprise I’ve for him. My naked pussy. “Fuck, you didn’t wear any underwear.” He said. “This is for you,” then I giggled. It was easy for me to remove my dress so while Caleb was still undressing himself, I laid on the bed beside his wife then started finger fucking myself. It was fun to watch Caleb be excited. I thought he was going to be soft tonight because we might wake up his wife, but I was wrong.

I could swear Trevor's plan was to fuck my brains out. That was the only explanation for the way he looked at me and the things he did right after. "I want you naked" It wasn't a request, he went right ahead to pulling off my clothes. My top went off first, then my pants. I stood awkwardly under his watching gaze in my matching white lace panties and bra. "Fucking sexy" Trevor groaned. It gave me a sense of pride and confidence that he liked what he saw.

It made my knees weak. I moved to his wardrobe, pulled out one of his shirts, and pressed it to my face. The fabric still carried his smell. My eyes fluttered closed as I breathed him in deeply. *Just this once,* I told myself. *Then I’ll stop.* I hiked up my nightdress, leaned against the wardrobe, and slipped my fingers between my soaked folds. I was already dripping. It didn’t take long. I rubbed slow circles over my clit at first, then pushed two fingers inside, fucking myself while inhaling his scent. I came hard, biting my lip to stay quiet, his shirt still pressed against my nose.

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

I wanted to see if I could make these two powerful men break under the weight of my own seduction. I pulled the dress from the back of the closet, a garment I had bought months ago but never had the heart to wear while Manuel was fading. It was a liquid fire red, covered in thousands of tiny, shimmering sequins that caught the light with every breath I took. The neckline plunged dangerously low, but the real statement was the back, it was entirely open down to the very top of my tailbone, held together by nothing but the grace of the silk. The slit on the right side spiraled up to my mid thigh, flashing pale skin with every step I took.

The bathroom had heated floors. Heated fucking floors. Who the hell needed heated floors? Rich people. That's who. I unpacked my box in three minutes. My sad collection of mismatched underwear and two pairs of jeans looked like a joke in the massive walk-in closet. There was a note on the bed when I turned around. "Wear the dress in the closet. No underwear. -D" I crumpled the note. No underwear? Was he serious? I opened the closet again and found a black gown hanging front and center. It was simple and elegant.

My nose wrinkled in disgust at Ryder’s fake responses, my lips sealing once again over my cup of tea before speaking. “But what about cross-dressers? I recall you weren’t too fond of them.” Ryder’s complexion darkened, his fists clenching so hard his knuckled turned white. I sipped on my tea. “Saying I am not too fond of cross-dressers would be hypocritical as I am the one who buys my little brother’s skirts and make up, Carter.” The tea suddenly scraped against my throat, making me cough vehemently. My dad stretched on his chair, hitting my back twice with his palm.