Crossdressing Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Sex induced labor, and if there was anything I wanted in me before the painful labor, it was his dick. Christian breathed as his fingers now moved between my wet folds carefully, and it is here that I realized maybe fantasies do come true, as one of mine was happening: my husband's brother fingering me as Christian now pushed aside my folds before slipping his thick middle finger in me, earning him a moan as fire ignited through my body.

I searched the internet for help on how to read myself of the curse. The truth found me. I was hungry…not for sex with a man but a specific fantasy that involved three men. I touched myself to videos that played my fantasy, let my mind get creative. It wasn’t until days ago that I found a place in my city. Turns out for a good price, you can live out your fantasies. And now, I was a free woman…ready to walk down the aisle without feeling like a horny wreck. “All done.” the stylist announced. I glanced at my reflection on the vanity mirror..

The bra barely covered my nipples, the lace so thin my dark areolas were visible. The g-string disappeared between my ass cheeks, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Lisa wore a matching set in deep red,her bra pushing her big tits up, nipples almost spilling out, the thong riding high on her hips. We helped each other dress. Lisa adjusted my bra straps, her fingers brushing my skin. “You look so fucking sexy,” she whispered, kissing my shoulder. I helped her with her low-rise jeans, the waistband sitting so low it showed the top shelf of her fat ass. I slipped on a short black dress that barely covered my butt, then a long leather jacket to hide everything from school security.

His hand settled lightly on my shoulders, then trailed down my arm in a slow caress. When his fingers reached my knee, they slipped beneath the hem of my dress, stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his fingertips grazed the damp fabric covering my pussy. “You’re drenched,” he observed, voice rough with satisfaction. He pressed two fingers against my clit through the lace, circling with firm deliberate strokes that made my hips jerk forward involuntarily. “All this from reading your own fantasies? Or is it because I’m finally touching what you wrote about so many nights?”

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

The dimly lit loft pulsed with a low, sensual hum, velvet curtains drawn to shield the night outside, the air thick with perfume and anticipation. I stood near the bar, my silk dress clinging to my skin, the fabric teasing my curves as I surveyed the room, my adventurous spirit drawn to the whispered rumors of this exclusive gathering. I’d explored my desires before, but the promise of a lesbian orgy—a tangle of women lost in pleasure—ignited a wildfire in my core, my pussy tingling with eager curiosity as the first guests arrived.

* "Your cock... inside me... stretching my cunt, making me moan and squirm just like these slutty milfs on your laptop..." *With a sultry wink, she leans forward to trail a finger down Y/N's chest, stopping just short of their crotch.* "Trust me, sweetheart, you won't regret giving mommy what she craves so desperately." *Y/N's breath quickens as Stefanie's tantalizing touch sends shivers down their spine. The intoxicating scent of exotic perfume fills their nostrils, mingling with the heady aroma of Stefanie's arousal. Despite the overwhelming taboo nature of the situation, Y/N finds themselves increasingly enthralled by the seductive allure of their best friend's mother.*

Derrick's pov It was our third anniversary, and she'd been teasing me for months about her fantasy of getting railed by a big black cock while I watched like the pathetic dick I am. She looked like pure sin tonight, her curvy body poured into a skintight red dress that barely covered her thick ass and hugged her heavy tits. The hem rode up her thighs with every step, flashing the black lace thong underneath, and her heels clicked against the sticky floor as she grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the bar.

She could feel how hard he already was through the heavy fabric of his work pants. He broke the kiss, turned her again, and bent her forward over the warm hood. The metal was still holding engine heat. Dex shoved the dress higher so it bunched under her arms, leaving her bare from the waist down under the fluorescent light. He dragged two thick fingers through the wetness between her thighs, then pushed them inside her with a single firm stroke. The wet sound of it was clear and filthy against the quiet of the closed garage. He worked her with his hand in deep, exact movements, the heel of his palm grinding against her clit while his other hand stayed planted on the small of her back, holdin