Crossdressing Sexy Stories Novels & Stories

He bucked his hips into my hand. "You like that?" he growled. "Like feeling how hard you make my cock?" "Yes," I said, squeezing him tighter. "I want it now." He yanked my dress up to my waist fast. My black lace panties were dark and wet. His fingers hooked the edge and slid under. He found my swollen clit and rubbed slow circles. "So wet," he said, voice thick. "Your pussy is dripping for a stranger. Begging for my cock already." I whimpered and my head fell back against the door with a thud. "Don't stop... please."

I wanted to see if I could make these two powerful men break under the weight of my own seduction. I pulled the dress from the back of the closet, a garment I had bought months ago but never had the heart to wear while Manuel was fading. It was a liquid fire red, covered in thousands of tiny, shimmering sequins that caught the light with every breath I took. The neckline plunged dangerously low, but the real statement was the back, it was entirely open down to the very top of my tailbone, held together by nothing but the grace of the silk. The slit on the right side spiraled up to my mid thigh, flashing pale skin with every step I took.

The boutique smelled like sex and satin. Callie was still breathless, legs parted on the fitting stool, thighs slick with her own orgasm and the ghost of Luca's mouth. Her dress was hiked above her hips, bodice loosened, veil hanging from one pin in her hair like a fallen halo. Luca stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his cock thick and heavy in his slacks, the outline unmistakable. He looked at her like a man not done. "Stand up," he said, voice rough.

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.

Forgot to give this friendly warning… This story contains: Gangbang, Anal, DP, TP, dirty language, and some others. Read at your own risk… . . Maddison stepped into her favorite underground sex club, hidden deep in the city’s seedy underbelly, and the second she crossed the threshold, the air hit her like a drug. It was the only air she’d ever truly breathed since she first started having sex. Inside, the energy was chaotic, every corner a fuck-fest begging to be joined, and her mouth watered, her body aching to dive in.

Colette looked at Joan, a sinister, triumphant smile spreading across her lips as she continued to ride Claire, her hips moving with the hunger of a fuck-starved woman. "You like what you see, Sister?" Joan nodded slowly, a flush creeping up her neck, her hands instinctively moving to her own skirts. "Take them off," Colette ordered, her gaze locked on Joan. "Touch yourself. I want to see." Joan obeyed, her movements frantic as she stripped and began to rub herself, her fingers finding her own slickness, mimicking the rhythm Colette was fucking Claire with. The room became a symphony of forbidden pleasure. Claire was crying out now, her mind hazy by the sheer intensity of the tribbing.

There were rails of clothes waiting to go on the shop floor and boxes of merchandise including handcuffs, ball gags and even a pair of vibrating knickers. She led me to a small room which was functioning as an office. There was a glass table desk which had a very old computer on the chairs and lots of files. “Take a seat, they will be with you when they are ready” she said and she left. I looked around the room. There was a pile of payslips labelled teacher, builder, head chef, doctor and dominatrix. There was a certificate on the wall proudly stating that Mr and Mrs Jones had come first in the sex games whatever that was. I checked my phone. No signal. Time went by and I grew bored. I spott

I wanted to be used like a total slut. I took a quick shower, but I didn’t bother cleaning my pussy too much. I wanted to stay dirty. I put on a tiny black dress that barely covered my ass and no underwear, and my nipples poked through the thin fabric. I called a taxi and gave the driver the address of an underground sex club I had heard about online. A place with no names, no rules except consent, and rooms where anything goes.

“You want our cum, don’t you? Want us to breed you like a cheap whore?” I nodded frantically, tears streaming, my body trembling on the edge of orgasm. Tyler took over my mouth while Kai moved to my ass. He spat generously on my tight hole, working one finger in, then two, stretching me open. “Not yet,” Kai warned when I whimpered. “But soon. We’re going to ruin every hole tonight.” The double penetration in my pussy grew faster and more brutal. Leo and Marcus were groaning and grunting like animals, their cocks sliding together inside me, making wet, obscene sounds.

Travis's hands joined Jenna's, his touch firm and confident as he explored her body, his lips brushing against her skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Sadile was dimly aware of her clothes being removed, of the cool air against her skin, but her focus was solely on the pleasure coursing through her veins. Jenna's lips found hers again, a deep, passionate kiss that left Sadile breathless. "Are you ready, darling?" she whispered, her eyes dark with desire. Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. She was ready, more than ready, to surrender to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown pleasures that Travis and Jenna promised.