Crossdressing Sexy Stories Novels & Stories

The air was thick with the scent of aged leather, dark musk, expensive perfume, and raw, unfiltered sex. Deep crimson lighting bathed everything in a sensual, dangerous glow. Soft jazz played from hidden speakers, the low saxophone notes curling around her like invisible fingers. Everywhere she looked, elegant people in designer clothes lounged on velvet couches — some openly touching, others watching with hungry, knowing eyes. Elena tugged at the hem of her simple black cocktail dress. The fabric clung to her full breasts and wide hips, but compared to the barely-there lace and leather surrounding her, she felt painfully innocent. Naïve. Vulnerable.

I signed for the plain brown box quickly, trying not to look too eager and carried it straight up to my room, locking the door behind me. I sat on the bed and tore the package open. My new thick veiny dildo, it was even bigger and more realistic than I expected, two slutty lingerie sets…one black sheer babydoll and one tiny red crotchless teddy, the upgraded ring light and the sturdy tripod. My pussy clenched just looking at it all. I was soaked again. I snapped a quick photo of the opened box and sent it to HotFantasy88. **Me:** It came. Look what I got 😳 The big one is huge. I’m so horny right now after all that stress.

Damien hauled him up by the front of his hoodie and shoved him toward the bed. “Strip. Now.” Elias’s hands shook as he pulled off his hoodie and jeans. His body felt exposed under Damien’s hungry gaze, slim chest, narrow waist, the soft curve of his ass, his hard cock bobbing between his legs. Damien pushed him face-down onto the bed, yanking his hips up so his ass was presented. He spat on Elias’s hole and rubbed the head of his cock against it. “No condom,” Damien growled. “I’m going to fuck you raw. And when I cum inside you, you’re going to keep every drop.”

I want his strong hands pinning my wrists above my head while he fucks every innocent thought out of my head in deep, punishing strokes with no protection and just raw, feral Alpha claiming. The back seat of the cab feels like a sauna of my own making. Every bump in the road sends jolts of friction against my swollen clit through the thin fabric of my sundress. I’m not wearing a bra, and my nipples are so hard they ache against the soft white material. My lace panties are completely ruined—drenched with moisture that keeps leaking down my thighs no matter how tightly I press my legs together.

She sat on Jax’s lap, pushing her round, soft ass against his hard dick, while Marcus and Leo pushed in from the sides. She was sandwiched between them, feeling their hot breath and strong hands all over her. Marcus grabbed one of her heavy breasts and started to suck on the hard tip, while Leo bit her neck and Jax gripped her thick thighs. Layla was soaking wet, her pussy dripping juice onto Jax’s pants. Jax didn't wait; he pulled her dress up, guided his thick, hot dick to her opening, and shoved inside her from behind. Layla let out a loud, raw scream as he stretched her tight walls, filling her up completely. While Jax slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet thud, Marcus unzipped h

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?”

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

His eyes brightened with dark lust as her fingers moved higher, brushing over the growing bulge in his pants. “You’re playing with fire, Writer,” he warned. “Then burn me," she whispered, squeezing his thick cock through the fabric. Damon pressed a button. “Driver, stop at the next corner. I need you to pick up something from my office. Take your time.” The driver nodded and pulled over without question. The moment the door closed behind him, Damon was on her. He pulled her dress up to her waist, exposing her smooth, dripping pussy. “Look at this greedy little cunt,” he growled as he spread her legs wide. “Already wet and leaking for me.”

He grinned, but his eyes were hungry now, roaming over my legs, my cleavage, the way my dress had ridden up slightly on my thighs. "But it has its perks. Like meeting beautiful, needy women in elevators… and wondering how wet they already are just from talking to me." Heat crept into my cheeks and between my legs. "Is that your move? Rescue sad women with comfort food?" "Only the beautiful ones who look like they need to be fucked senseless until they forget their ex’s name." The words hung in the air between us, filthy and direct. My heart kicked hard against my ribs and my pussy clenched, a fresh gush of wetness soaking my panties.

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