Crossdressing Fantasy Stories Novels & Stories

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

Dave juxtaposed the picture next to me rubbing his hug meat with my painted nails. I looked my hand and saw the painted nails going up and down and I began falling into the fantasy. It helped that my hands were already kind of girly, not like Dave's thick man fingers. Dave's cock was so hard and manly and that picture of Nicole was so slutty. It was making me so horny. When my other hand was finished having the nails painted I eagerly began to rub Dave's cock with both hands.

The fiery redhead model stood beside her, beautiful and confident, wearing only lingerie. Catherine looked Kane up and down. “So this is the detective you can’t stop fucking, he’s hot.” Vera pulled Kane into the bedroom. “Watch first.” Vera and Catherine kissed deeply, hands roaming each other’s bodies. They moved to the bed, where Vera pushed Catherine down and buried her face between the redhead’s legs. “Oh fuck, Vera,” Catherine moaned loudly, hips grinding against Vera’s tongue. “Eat my pussy just like that.” Kane watched, cock rock hard, as the two women devoured each other. Vera licked Catherine’s clit while fingering her, making the younger woman scream.

“Yes, fuck me like you mean it.” My own hand moves faster, fingers plunging deep, thumb rubbing my clit in frantic circles. I can feel the pressure building, a tight coil ready to snap. The sight of him—cock glistening, sweat dripping from his jawline, eyes locked on the blonde’s face as she arches and cries out—fuels my fantasy. I imagine his gaze flicking to the window, catching me, seeing my fingers buried in my own heat, hearing my quiet whimpers. The thought makes me moan, a low, needy sound that I swallow quickly, afraid to break the spell.

“There was the mother superior in a convent outside Rome. I possessed her favorite novice and made the girl seduce her in the garden. I had that pure woman on her knees between the novice’s thighs, licking with tears running down her face. Then I made the novice strap on a carved wooden phallus and fuck her superior against a tree while the rest of the sisters prayed nearby. The superior came so hard she bit through her lip.” My breathing turns rough. I can almost hear the wet sounds she describes. My shaft pulses with every heartbeat. I press the heel of my hand against it under the table, trying to hide the movement. The others keep talking about roof tiles and budgets. They have no idea.

In fact it was getting pretty obvious that I could do more than spank it to her, she was giving some pretty clear signals. As I sat up and clicked save on my latest Miss Ross driven story it occurred to me that I probably should get something going with Kim and give up on my stupid fantasies. I'd been watching and writing too much p**n lately. I minimized the screen on "Special" and stared at the next document which was my goofy vampire story for the group. As I read the uninspiring words I realized it could be a decent story if I tossed some hot sex in there. I doubted that Miss Ross would appreciate that though. I grinned as I thought that in any scenario I could envision she would not onl

Readers should be aware of explicit sexual content, themes of power imbalance, graphic depictions of BDSM, intense physical and psychological humiliation, non-consensual undertones in a fantasy context, extreme kink practices including fisting, cock torture, edging, sounding, electro-stimulation, watersports, and double penetration, strong language, potential triggers related to authority figures, public exposure scenarios, and emotional distress, as well as the presence of dark, taboo elements that may not suit all audiences. Part 1

Nor had she ever seen such an eclectic collection of oddities. She picked up a pair of boots, vinyl, with a huge, plastic zipper. A vague memory of a porn film she had accidentally flipped on one late night flashed through her mind. Dominatrix, she believed it was called. She dropped the boots and sank onto a little bench sitting against the wall across from the racks of costumes. Fantasies. She had never had a sexual fantasy. All her sexual thoughts had always centered on Steve and their quiet sex life. All she had ever wanted was his hands on her, his lips telling her the things she wanted to hear.

Tell me your darkest fantasies. "What! I'm not admitting to shit." "Come on, tell me," he urged, laughing. Axton's laughter was one of the most beautiful I'd ever heard because it was light and a sharp contrast to his baritone voice. "Okay, let me tell you mine," he continued. "When I was a young, horny bastard, my biggest fantasy was getting a massage from three-breasted women and they only massaged me with their boobs." I doubled over and whizzed with laughter, falling off the bed. Axton cackled and lifted me, wrapping himself around me.

I imagined whispering séxy thoughts into her ear and watching them take root. I imagined her wondering, questioning, letting curiosity win. I imagined kissing her, touching her, making her mine. I saw her lips shake as I gave her the first taste of another woman’s lips. I heard her gasp as my hands cupped her bréasts and held her ass. I imagined her giving in as I buried my tongue inside her and showed her pleasures she had never known. I had not meant to fall into the fantasy, but it dragged me under anyway. The memory fed it, made it stronger. It took over everything.