Crossdressing Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

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Clarissa lost count. She lost herself. She was a vessel, a toy, a thing being passed around a circle of hungry, anonymous men. Her world was reduced to the push and pull of flesh, the taste of salt and sweat, the burn of stretch, the shocking warmth of internal releases, and the thick, cooling splatter of cum on her skin.

She brought both breasts back to my penis and wet them again, and brought them back to my mouth. The next moment, she straddled me again, and checked my bondage's for tightness. I could definitely not move my hands or my legs. "Do you know what I read recently?" "No, what?" "I read a story that you posted online. It was called 'I want you to feed me'." I stared blankly,I'd forgotten that she read my sex stories online, sometimes, especially this one. "Uhhh yes well..." "Do you remember writing the story, do you remember what it was about?" As she questioned me, she was humping her open pûssy over the head and shaft of my cock.

I felt my legs start to tremble and my hands tightened on her shoulders as she swirled her hand around several times. "Let's get this cock nice and sticky," she said softly as she once again began stroking me. Her now slick hand felt amazing and I let myself relax back into the couch as she slowly pumped me. Reaching down with her free hand, Miss Ross grabbed the heel of my shoe and pulled it off. "That's a big mistake in your stories Alex," she said as she grabbed my sock along with the cuff of my jeans. "Your clothes vanish; you never say where they go. Details, Alex, details."

She had taken off her dress, and was now standing in a red lace lingerie. The bound men looked at themselves, then back at her. They had seen the huge bulge in the front of her pants. ‘She was transgender the whole time?’ They communicated telepathically. “Oh yes! I know you've all seen it. I'm a solid six inches. Proudly.” Anna smirked and lashed the whip in the air and it produced a loud sound that made the bound men's heart gallop thrice as fast. The men and women she invited in, took their bound partners—a guy and a lady to one bound man.

Under the light, it turned transparent, her nipples dark shadows against the fabric, the faint outline of her bare pussy visible with every breath. She looked filthy. Like a slut I will pay a top dollar to ruin. "Where are we going?" Her voice was cautious, eyes searching mine. "An art exhibition." Her brows pulled slightly together. “At night?” “You’ll understand when we get there.” The warehouse vibrated with low ambient music when we arrived, soft lighting casting golden pools over scattered platforms. The air was filled with the scent of sex—musk, perfume, and sweat. Models posed in varying states of undress. On one platform, a woman lay spread-eagle, legs trembling as three attendees wo

She even told her everything about going shopping and to the movies, and went into explicit detail about the way she and her father had made each other cum in the theater. The blonde's expression turned to one of amazement, and her hands grew continually rougher and more aggressive on Brook's tits as she listened to the story. Just telling it had Brook's panties soaking wet, and she was pretty sure Cindy's were too. "Holy fuck!" the blonde said. "You're so lucky." Brook just about had her courage up to the point where she was ready to push her hand into Cindy's panties to feel the other girl's pussy, but her father was calling to them from the living room.

Jamie Lena helped me to my feet, my legs still shaking like a newborn deer. My pussy was throbbing, swollen and leaking down my thighs. I could barely stand after the way she’d just destroyed me. “Get dressed,” she said with a smirk, tossing my crumpled dress at me. “We’re going back to my flat. I’m nowhere near done with that greedy cunt tonight.” The Uber ride to her apartment was pure torture. Lena kept her hand between my thighs the entire time, slowly fingering me under my dress while whispering filthy things in my ear so the driver wouldn’t hear.

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I wanted to experience it, even if it was once. Everything was black and crimson. There were leather couches everywhere, steel cross frames, and low tables scattered with neatly arranged toys I didn’t dare to examine too closely. People moved around the room like they belonged. Some were in underwear, some in nothing but harnesses and masks, while others elegantly dressed in suits and cocktail dresses and somehow no one felt out of place. It was insane. When I first read it in books, I didn’t believe such a place could exist. A place where people were uninhibited. A place where people could walk around naked and the ones fully dressed wouldn’t bat an eye.