Crossdressing Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

What the fuck! My curiosity got the better of me. I knew I shouldn’t. I knew I should turn around and go back to the living room like a normal, professional babysitter. But instead, I crept closer, holding my breath. The door was open just enough for me to see inside. And what I saw made my mouth go dry. Damien Cross was sitting in his large leather chair behind the desk, legs spread wide. His shirt was unbuttoned, his powerful chest and abs on full display. His pants were open, and his hand was wrapped around his thick, hard cock, stroking it slowly, deliberately.

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

and undid the fastenings of my jeans. This was so, so wrong... but AI-me was just so freaking sexy! She was doing things I'd barely had the courage to even let myself dream about, much less to actually consider doing... and she was doing them with such a huge, excited smile on her face! I rubbed myself slowly up and down inside my panties, biting my lip, squeezing my boob through my shirt and bra. It felt like with each new picture, my eyes were getting even wider. There were so many different dress-up outfits... not just lingerie, though there was plenty of that, too, so much sexier, and sluttier, than anything I actually owned. But I was seeing myself as a nurse, a firefighter, a teacher,

] while she laid there, her mind far-away. She'd been with dominant and submissive men, and men that were closeted gays who wanted to fuck her asshole and make her wear a beanie to cover up her hair and not say a word so they could pretend she was their male lover. She'd been in threesomes where the two men had paid more attention to themselves than they'd pay her. She had eventually lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling and letting them do their own thing.

“Fuck—Sof—yes—” Lena’s hands fisted in auburn hair, pulling Sofia’s mouth harder against her tit while her other hand shoved up Sofia’s skirt. No panties—Sofia never wore them on “late nights.” Lena’s fingers found slick, swollen folds already dripping. She plunged two inside without warning; Sofia moaned around her nipple, hips jerking forward.

Every breath carried the low growl of his voice in my ear: Look at yourself… dripping for me while my fiancée waits. By 7:15 p.m. I was back at his building, wearing a loose black sweater dress that fell to mid-thigh. No underwear. The notebook burned in my bag like contraband. I told myself this would be the last time. One more night of filthy vows and mind-shattering pleasure, then I’d find a way to extract myself from this job before the wedding planning spiraled any deeper. The lie felt thinner than the lace I’d stopped wearing. The penthouse lights were dimmed to a warm amber glow tonight.

If anything, her fingers moved faster. “Mmmh … I need.. Mmhh.. your mouth,” the redhead groaned from her sixty-nine, pulling off the man’s cock with a wet pop. She twisted, breaking the position, and crawled towards the older woman. The man followed, his face glistening with her juices. The older woman opened her arms, and the redhead lowered her head between the mature woman’s thighs.

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.

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