Crossdressing Sexy Stories Novels & Stories

"This place... it might be a bit much. If it freaks you out, we can turn right around and leave. No pressure." Jay reached up, his fingers lightly brushing over the edge of my mask. "Open the door, Jake," he murmured softly, his eyes heavy with arousal. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned the handle and pushed the heavy door open. The red room was dimly lit, drenched in deep crimson light and thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and heavy perfume. Everywhere you looked, bodies were entangled. Men and women were having sex openly on leather benches, padded tables, and plush rugs, using whips, restraints, and various toys.

My coworker found out my girlfriend was a wealthy heiress, and he saw his chance to worm his way into her bed. Two months later, he strutted up to me with his nose in the air. "Your girlfriend's pregnant with my child. Do yourself a favor and back off before this gets ugly." Whose child? I froze. The problem was, the wealthy heiress "girlfriend" he kept talking about was actually a man. So whose baby was it?

He shoves me down until my chest is flat against the mahogany desk. He yanks my skirt and panties down in one rough move. They end up tangled around my ankles. I feel the cool air on my bare ass. My legs are spread wide, leaving me totally exposed. I am dripping, the scent of my arousal filling the space. He leans over me, pressing his chest into my back. Then I feel it. The broad, hot head of his cock rubs along my wet slit. He isn't wearing a condom. The feel of his hot skin against mine is almost enough to break me.

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

She asked, stripping. Tristan held her gaze and slowly stripped too. She adjusted properly into the bed and he climbed in to meet her. He trailed wet kisses from her cheek down to her breasts and she moaned, squeezing his hair in her fists. He moaned and slid further down and kissed the v of her soft waxed pussy. Noa moaned and spread her legs wider. He crashed his mouth into her wet coochie and slurped hard on her juices, causing her to scream in sexual excitement.

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.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

Story 4: Dared To Make Him Cum 1 SANDRA I’m being dared to make a man cum, make him growl and make him beg to fuck me. Wearing a mocking smirk on my face, I tied my hair up with the band in my hand and also arranged my dress, and unlike the other prostitutes in here, I didn't reveal my skin, but I'm dressed in a tight dress that shows off my sexy curves. Narrowing my eyes while looking at the number in the room, I muttered, “Let's see how tough you are, boss!”

“We’re not here to play nice.” She crooked a finger at Harper. Harper crawled across the chaise on hands and knees—dress slipping off one shoulder—until she knelt between Lena’s spread thighs. Lena hooked a finger under Harper’s chin, tilted her face up. “You’ve been so good, baby. Waiting like I asked.” Harper’s lips parted on a shaky exhale. “Please, Lena…” Lena smiled—slow, predatory—then guided Harper’s mouth to her thong-covered pussy. Harper didn’t hesitate. She pressed open-mouthed kisses through the sheer fabric, tongue dragging flat against the wet silk, tasting Lena through it. Lena exhaled sharply, hips lifting slightly.

They dragged me to the couch, the host barking, “Time for the main event! Selena's gonna unwrap her own gifts.” My stomach twisted, but the wad of cash in my purse…already a couple hundred from tips made me stay. I let them pull me down, straddling the bearded guy's lap first. His hands were rough, yanking the dress up to expose my bare pussy to the room. “Fuck, no panties? You're a naughty elf.” Laughter rippled, but his fingers dove in, two thick fingers plunging into my wetness without warning. I gasped, rocking against him as he pumped, the slick sounds mixing with the crackle of the fireplace. The others came closer, cocks out now, stroking themselves to the show.