Crossdressing Fiction Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: TEASING MY BEST FRIEND AND GETTING MY PUSSY DEVOURED IN THE DRESSING ROOM I sway my hips as I walk through the upscale lingerie boutique, the soft lighting making my skin glow. At nineteen, I’m fully aware of what I am: a filthy little exhibitionist slut who gets dripping wet the second she feels eyes on her body. The thrill of being watched, admired, wanted — it’s my addiction. Today, I dragged my best friend Sophie along for “lingerie shopping,” but we both know it’s really about me putting on a show.

The place screamed money, dark leather furniture, modern art on the walls, a bedroom bigger than my entire old apartment. "Strip," Damien ordered the second the door locked behind us. "Everything off. Now." I hesitated, fingers fumbling with my shirt buttons. "Damien, this is moving too fast. I didn't even get to pack…" He stepped close, grabbing my jaw. "You don't need anything from that shitty place anymore. You're mine. Clothes. Off." I pulled everything off, standing naked in the middle of his bedroom. He circled me slowly, like he was inspecting something he owned. Then he pushed me onto the massive king bed.

A emerald green backless dress that showed the curve of her spine. Every time she came out, Alexander would pull her close, whisper filthy things in her ear, and run his hands over her body while the saleswoman pretended not to notice. “You look like pure sin in that one,” he growled when she wore a tiny white dress with a slit almost up to her hip. “I want to bend you over right here.” Meera was dripping by the fifth dress. Her nipples were hard against the thin fabric, and her thighs pressed together desperately. “I need to use the restroom,” she whispered, voice shaky.

The other students began packing up and I watched as they left till once again, I was the only one that remained in the room. Her scent made its way to me before I saw her. Vixen stood right in front of me with a cocky smile plastered on her face. She looked extra beautiful today. She had her hair pulled up into a neat bun and she wore a tight fitted gown that showed of those delicious curves on her. I would be lying if I said that after that incident I had not fantasized about her at least twenty times. I imagined sucking that sweet knob between her legs till she came over my face over and over again. I imagined fingering her till she she couldn't take it any more and she would desperately

When I steadied my ragged breathing, I stood up, tugged my dress down, and fetched something to wipe the mess that had spilled on the floor. Afterward I headed to my room, showered, and slipped into a short skirt plus a tank top that revealed my cleavage. One thing about Christian was that he adored me dressing this way, and I loved it too. I would continue wearing it to seduce and grant his sons effortless entry to my cunt. I curled up on the bed and attempted to pass the time by reading a smut novel, into which I became immersed. Even though I had received enough cock, reading this stirred my inner whore.

"Queenie, don't be upset. It's just a ring. When I get back, I'll buy you another one." The pigeon-blood ruby on my finger was the token of love between my parents. There wasn't another one like it anywhere in the world. As I silently reconsidered the reliability of this arranged marriage, Queenie had already doubled over laughing. She looked me up and down with blatant contempt. "You? Look at you—wearing cheap clothes without even a brand label! And you dare claim to be Lucas's fiancée? That's the funniest joke I've heard all day!" I had studied design overseas for years. The clothes I wore were all designed and tailored by myself, so of course, there were no brand labels.

The air still smelled faintly of old books and the cedar sachets their mother used to tuck into drawers. Nathan closed the door. Cole turned the lock. Isabel stood between the two beds and let the cardigan fall. This time they undressed each other first. She watched as identical bodies were revealed—same broad shoulders, same lean muscle, same dark trail of hair leading down. When they were both naked the resemblance became almost unbearable. Only the scar and the ring remained as proof that the universe had not simply doubled one man.

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

So, Over the next couple of years, I started cross dressing & playing with big black toys, until I just couldn't take it no more. Then I found the M4T personals on Craigslist & quickly hooked up with another Big Black Cock, who fucked my now totally broke in ass pussy. Over the next few years I hooked up with another 10 Big Black Cock's, who I dressed up all sexy for & had them just fuck my ass pussy, with some of them even cumming all up in me too.

The boutique smelled like sex and satin. Callie was still breathless, legs parted on the fitting stool, thighs slick with her own orgasm and the ghost of Luca's mouth. Her dress was hiked above her hips, bodice loosened, veil hanging from one pin in her hair like a fallen halo. Luca stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his cock thick and heavy in his slacks, the outline unmistakable. He looked at her like a man not done. "Stand up," he said, voice rough.