Novel & Cerita Crossdressing Fiction Stories

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

Its purpose was obvious. I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe. I just stood there, staring at the collar in disbelief. Its presence, combined with my lack of clothes and my virginity left no doubt in my mind as to the nature of the events about to unfold. I was the latest in a long line of beautiful young women to vanish under mysterious circumstances. No one knew what had happened to my predecessors, but I feared it involved a lot of pain. All I could do was play along. Either I would satisfy the boss so thoroughly he chose to let me go or I would die in the most pain-free manner possible. It was a grim through, but it was the only one that filled me with a meager sense of hope.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

At this moment, Alex walked out after dispelling the spell formation. After asking around, everyone did not have any men’s clothes. The corpses on the ground had them, but all of them were smeared with blood. Alex did not want to wear those clothes either. In the end, Juliette took out a long dress. “Do you want this? I only have this.” ‘Cross-dressing?’ Alex forced a smile and accepted it. ‘A cross-dress is more powerful than a king’s new outfit!’ After wearing the long dress, he really looked a little coy.

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.

It never did occur to me that he had this kind of fantasies. The zipper of the dress was on its back so Adrian did it for me. I have no choice but to remove the dress on my body. I was completely naked while Adrian just freed his hard cock, pre-cum was on his cock’s tip as if he had been feeling lustful since the start of the program! We both moaned when he finally entered me. He just sat me at the huge table and opened my legs wide for him. My right leg was on his shoulder as he entered me roughly.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

They weren't exactly wrong though but my life was a lot more complicated than anyone could possibly imagine. Twelve hours later, I was seated in a dimly lit room getting ready to perform. I was the star of Leash and Lease, an underground cathedral of sin, hidden beneath a nondescript laundry front. Here, I was a male stripper named Cinder. I stood in the dressing room, the air-con chilling my bare skin. I stepped into the low-slung silk trousers that clung to my hips, leaving nothing to the imagination. I snapped the silver filigree mask over my eyes. My dark hair was swept back, and my pupils were already blown wide with the adrenaline that always hit right before a set. I'd be lying to say

“Breed me like in the show.” The dirty roleplay sent fire through his veins. Alex gripped her ass and pounded into her, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the hotel room. Her costume made it even more intoxicating , the pink wig tickling his face, the horns brushing his skin, the skirt bunched uselessly around her waist while her stockings rubbed against his sides.

Terribly wrong. “You want me to stop?” Maria whispered, drawing a single finger up Janet's abdomen to her breasts. When she drew her finger across Janet's n****e, a moan tore through her. Janet nodded her head in a daze, not really wanting her to stop, but nodding because it was what she thought she should do. Wasn't this crossing a line? Granted, she crossed the line first by cheating. “No, you don't.” Maria said. She pulled her p***y lips apart with her fingers and brushed a finger against her entrance. “You want this, don't you?”