Novelas y relatos de Crossdressing Sissies

His voice was deep, sharp around the edges, like he didn't say more than necessary. As they walked together, Missy couldn't help but glance at her reflection in a passing window. Next to Sienna's sleek jeans and black crop top, and Marco's all-black outfit and cold stare, she looked like a storybook character that wandered into the wrong book. Everyone here looked so edgy. So fearless. And she looked like... well, her. A simp light washed jeans and a soft cream sweater. But today someone noticed that. Someone didn't laugh at it. He called her Pink.

The little hairs in the back of my neck stand and I want nothing more than to run out and give in. We walk out together. Miles looks at me with a smirk. I return it wondering if he feels the same way. We are way too overdressed to be blending in. The girls here are wearing lingerie and nothing else. Some are just wearing panties with their long hair covering their breasts (if that) and stripper heels. The guys are no different most of them were wearing boxers with suspenders or male thongs. I laugh because that's fucking weird. "Hey, baby, you DTF?" a guy shouts over the music and chatter, coming a little too close to me

grinned Simon, "once you girls are naked I'm going to have trouble telling you apart." "Oh that's okay," said Holly in a silky voice as she pulled his belt fully off and tossed it aside. "Once we're naked, there are plenty of names that we'll both answer to." "It's true," purred Sasha, leaning in to kiss his chest while she slowly went on undoing his buttons. "Once we're naked, we'll both answer to... good girl..." "... good little slut..." Holly went on. "... dirty fuckdoll..." "... keep sucking like that, you gorgeous little whore..."

After a long day of planning against Nelly, Sindi finally came back home since it was almost time for dinner and she remembered that Dickson had told her that he will be having guests over, she hurried to her room, took a shower and wore a long designer black dress that hugged her body really well. It had a slit that went up all the way to her upper thigh and showed her cleaverage pretty well. She then put on some hoop earings and did her makeup , finished off with some red lipstick. She then walked up to the mirror, with a smile she nodded, Satisfied with the person she saw in front of her. After pouring some perfume on her, she left the room and walked downstairs to wait for Dickson to com

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Kian moved down the line, fucking each hole, pulling out sloppy seconds for the next girl to lick clean. Mia ate Jenna’s creampied cunt while Jenna fingered Mia. Emily and Sarah 69’d, tongues buried deep, fingers in asses. Taylor and Brooke tribbed beside them, clits grinding messy. Cassie pulled me into the center. “Trib with me, baby.” Our pussies mashed, slick and hot, clits rubbing in filthy circles. “Feel how I own you?” she growled, pinching my nipples. Mia joined, sitting on my face reverse, her ass cheeks spreading as I rimmed her.

"We're going out tonight. Drive-in movie. Wear identical sundresses—short, no panties or bras. I want easy access to those sluts' holes." Their eyes lit up, pussies glistening visible as they stood. "Yes, master," they chorused, kissing each other deep before heading upstairs to dress. The day dragged with chores—they cleaned naked in heels, asses jiggling as they dusted shelves. I smacked Vanessa's while she bent over, red mark blooming. Valerie pouted immediate. "Me too." I did, but fingered Vanessa after, two digits deep in her wet pussy. She moaned loud. Valerie grabbed my hand. "Not fair. My pussy now."

Some giggled and laughed at me, maybe at my dress, as I walked past them. Some wore nothing at all, just lacy G-strings and hills, and their bodies shook as they walked as if they were made of just pure liquid, no bones. Their skin was so clean and clear with barely any tiny bruises on them—it gleamed under the light. Some of the ladies didn't even wear bras,they had this tiny little glittering pad pasted on their nipples, and they walked boldly past us. I kept glancing at Dom from time to time but he was just focused on where he was taking me.

"You ready?" "I'm applying for a servers p0sition, not a stripper." I said mulling over the outfit she gave me. Short shorts withmaterial fringe at the cut off. rishnets and her lucky tank top that was ripped at the cleavage. One sneeze and my nipple may pop out. I feel like a poor excuse stunt double character for Daisy in The Dukes of Hazzard. "A servers position at a strip club sweetie, Might as well dress the part, You get good tips that way" She grinned and gave me a flirty wink. sauntering past me.

“Chains or not, you’re wearing them anyway. So we might as well decorate them. Come on, let’s start packing your things.” Before I can reply, the deep rumble of vehicles echoes from outside the mansion. I freeze. “Oh God… I hope it isn’t another round of trouble. I deserve some peace too.” Mia and I stay in the sitting room, both staring at the door like it might explode. After a few seconds, one of the security guards opens it. Three impeccably dressed ladies walk in… and then a fourth person, a tall, dark skin, stunning cross-dresser with flawless makeup, glossy lips, and nails so long they could slice through fabric.