Crossdressing Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

I imagined him filling me up, stretching me until I was screaming his name, making me take every thick inch of him whether I could handle it or not. My breath hitched in short, shallow gasps as I began to thrust in earnest, pumping the dildo in and out of my dripping hole. The wet sounds echoed in the room, but I couldn't find it in me to care. I chased the high, driven by the image of the man who had ruined me for anyone else. My fingers dug into the sheets, twisting the fabric as I fucked myself harder, deeper, pretending it was him. My free hand moved to my breasts, fingers digging into the soft flesh, pinching and pulling at my nipples.

I work there. **VesperVixen:** Wait… really? You’re serious? **quietreader87:** Yeah. **VesperVixen:** That’s insane. Small world. So… you watch my stuff while you’re kneading dough? **quietreader87:** Sometimes. **VesperVixen:** I’m blushing. **quietreader87:** I’m panicking. **VesperVixen:** Don’t. I like that you’re real. Most guys on here are anonymous creeps. You feel… different.

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

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Gabriella “I want to stretch you out until you can’t close your legs, Gabriella. I want to watch my brothers fill your mouth and your ass while I bury myself so deep in your pussy you forget your own name. We’re going to paint you in our cum, record every desperate sob you make for us, and then we’re going to make Derek watch his ‘perfect, repressed wife’ transform into our personal, filthy little pet. You’re going to be so used, so thoroughly ruined by the three of us, that you’ll never even remember what his pathetic touch felt like.”

The stranger’s words kept looping in my head, low and filthy, whispered right against my ear while we waited for drinks: “I’d bend you over right here if I could, pretty girl.” I had laughed it off not being the type to sleep with a complete stranger but now I could barely think of anything other than how huge he must have been. I shifted in the seat, my thighs pressing together, which only made it worse and I watched the thin fabric of my dress slide up. My bare pussy stared back at me and I could smell my arousal since I had driven home bare. I had taken my panties off in the bar's bathroom and now the cold air against my wet pussy made me shiver.

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.

And yet… I stripped out of my sundress and lay on the bed in just my lace panties. My hands wandered before I could stop them. I cupped my heavy breasts, pinching my nipples as I imagined their hands instead. Marcus’s strong grip. Derek’s rougher touch. Both of them on me. The fantasy shocked me two daddies worshipping my body, using me, claiming me.

The car drops me at the gate of the mansion. Inside the mansion, everywhere smelt like perfume and weed. People were everywhere, some naked, some half naked. I spotted a woman on her knees in the corner, giving head to a guy. Two people were fucking on a leather couch, the woman's legs hooked over the man's shoulders, his hand clamped over her mouth. My thighs are already pressing together under the hem of my dress. I've been wound so tight for weeks. All these things on my plate, the press, the interviews, having to be perfect all the time. Now, I needed to relax.

But God, the temptation was constant and brutal. I hated how my cock hardened instantly every time she bent over in those short designer dresses, the hem riding up to reveal the curve where her ass met her thighs. I hated the way her expensive perfume lingered in the hallway long after she had passed, wrapping around me like a tease. I hated lying in bed at night, jerking off furiously in the shower while imagining bending her over the marble kitchen island and ruining the perfect little gold-digger she pretended to be. I hated myself for wanting her at all.