Crossdressing Sexy Stories Novels & Stories

“Hate me all you want, little doll. It makes your pu**y taste sweeter.” He pulled me tighter against him. I could feel him pressing hard against me through his pants. My breath came faster. “Dante… this is wrong,” I whispered. “Wrong feels good, doesn’t it?” He turned my face to his and kissed me roughly. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming, demanding. I tried to pull back but he held my jaw and deepened the kiss until I was moaning into his mouth. When he broke the kiss, I was panting. He stood up, lifting me easily, and carried me to the wide leather couch. He laid me down and knelt between my legs, pushing the red dress up to my waist. “Look at these pretty p**nties,”

“But we can still smell last night on you. It makes us want more.” The others materialized around us. Elias with his wicked grin, already shedding his shirt. Seraphine in a sheer black gown that left little to the imagination, her fiery hair loose and wild. Viktor and Damien, both shirtless, their powerful bodies radiating barely contained lust. They surrounded me completely, cool hands sliding over the crimson silk, tracing the lines of my body with possessive familiarity.

One of his knees pushed between my thighs, spreading me open. His free hand slips under the hem of my dress and finds the soaked lace of my panties. He groaned, his fingers slid over the wet fabric. “Soaked already,” he muttered.“All for me?” “Yes father,” I admit, the word barely a whisper. “God, yes. It’s been months since Nicholas touched me and I feel like I’m going crazy, I'm losing my mind…ohhh...” Two thick fingers hook the lace aside and stroke through my folds, gathering the slickness there.

I say, completely bemused . “Yeah, but it’s not like that. This one’s for couples, not seedy old men.” If he wasn’t so devilishly handsome and sexy, I would run and not look back. Staring into the shop window I frown, and then, for some weird reason, I lead the way inside. My jaw snaps open. Now, I’m not really a sex addict, and I do have quite the healthy interest in sex and erotica, but I’m pretty sure that some of the items displayed on the shelf would make even Christian Grey from fifty shades trilogy blush.

I was dressed in a way I had never been dressed in my life. The cloth that fell around me was heavy and beautiful, a deep gold with threads that caught the light and held it, flowing from my shoulders to the floor in long, perfect folds. My throat, wrists, and fingers were covered in diamonds – not just a few small ones. I mean the kind of jewels that look like they weren't made by human hands, clear and cold and shining with their own light. My hair was arranged with a neatness and care that I could feel even in the dream, pinned and styled in a way that made the back of my neck feel both bare and grand at the same time.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

Lyric I barely slept. My body kept remembering how Dominic’s cum felt on my ass yesterday. I wanted all of him inside me today. No more teasing. No more stopping. I wanted crazy, dirty, sweaty sex. I put on the smallest outfit I had… a loose crop top with no bra and tiny shorts that barely covered my pussy. I waited in the elevator, already wet between my legs. When Dominic stepped in, his eyes went dark immediately. “Today’s the day,” I told him straight up. “I’m not playing anymore. I want your cock deep in my pussy.”

He caught the grip of my waist, pressing me harder against his cock. “Mhmm…feels…feels…so fucking good,” I whimpered, loving the way his hand gripped my waist. “Madame, can I slip it in? I'll be gentle,” Cain inquired, his shallow breaths echoing through my ears. I nodded a little too quickly, my body already growing weak from the sensations of the dry hump. Cain quickly slid my dress upwards, leaving it at my waist. His fingers caught the grip of my ass cheeks, and he squeezed the two together, parting them and rubbing himself against my asshole.

The sequined dress rode up higher, exposing the slick heat of my core, the lace of my panties already soaked through. I positioned myself directly above his throbbing shaft, feeling the heat radiate off his skin, the precum slicking the tip like a promise. “You want it?” I whispered, voice low and rough, my breath ghosting over his ear. “You want to feel me stretch around you?” He nodded, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, fingers digging into the flesh as he pulled me down. I lowered myself slowly, savoring the stretch as his cock pressed against my entrance.

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”