Forced Crossdresser Fantasies Novels & Stories

I let out a low groan, my hand now slipping inside my pants to stroke myself slowly, matching the rhythm I knew he'd be using. My eyes glued to the screen as heat built in my core, every word from him stoking that fire. He added, “Tell me you're touching yourself, Fred. Please baby, let me hear you say it.” And I bit my lip, typing hastily, “Yeah, I'm stroking, you bastard, thinking about your cock buried deep.” The exchange pulled me under, my breaths shallow and my body arching slightly on the couch as the fantasy wrapped around me like his arms.

Less afraid. “Take off my clothes, peaches,” he drawled, peering at me intently. “Do you know that being here with you like this is one of my fantasies?” “Oh, you have fantasies too?” I was amazed as I lowered his shorts. “A lot more than you can imagine, and it’s crazy to say that you’re in all of them. When I said that I was going to fuck you slowly by that tree, drawing out orgasms after orgasms from you until your limbs forget their existence and your throat becomes sore from screaming, did you think I hadn’t thought about it?”

In his fantasy, Lena was riding him reverse cowgirl, her thick ass bouncing, her pussy swallowing his cock over and over. “Fuck me harder, baby… breed your stepmom… fill me until it overflows… I want your baby inside me…” Alex’s breathing turned ragged. He was getting dangerously close. “I want to flip her over and fuck her in missionary so I can look into her eyes while I breed her. I want to hear her whisper ‘I’m yours now, Alex… your dirty stepmom whore…’ while I pump her full.” He edged himself, slowing down just enough to prolong the fantasy, then stroked faster again.

Well sexual or nonsexual at the end of the day I was still kidnapped and strapped here against my will. My face paled as I thought about it more. Me acting like a toddler. My face morphed from an angry glare into a disgusting expression. I had to stop this at all costs. "Well, that doesn't make it any better and do not think I'm ignorant. I know what it means and I also know that with that kind of relationships consent is very important and right now nothing of that is happening here between us. I will not partake in your sick fantasy. I don't like it so get me out of here!" I was angry, no furious. First, they kidnap me, then they restrain me and to top it all they will force a kind of life

Little by little, I got used to the scene, finding it funny how much the woman pretended to be drugged, but at the same time reacting to everything and even smiling for malice. I pushed my covers away and started walking my hands around my body. In the absence of Pablo, I would have to manage on my own. I was a pervert, I knew that. Much more than perverted. But what could I do after having experienced a fetish with that man and being even more in need of something like that?

But even my early morning feelings of guilt could not cloud the emotions that were raised in me by my night- time fantasies, which, as you will read, were hardly 'mainstream'! One of my first fantasies was where I was taken prisoner by a tribe of beautiful Amazons. They dragged me to their camp and stripped me naked before tying me spread-eagled between four stakes. They tormented me by whipping my exposed body; my chest, my legs and of course my cock and balls. And as they whipped me my cock grew harder and ached to be released.

My nipples tightened into hard peaks just from the imagined weight of his gaze. He approached with deliberate steps, fully clothed while I lay exposed. His fingers traced feather-light paths along my inner thighs, stopping just short of where I needed him most. The suspense made my pussy throb visibly, slick arousal coating my smooth, shaved lips. I spread my legs wider in reality, mirroring the fantasy, cool air kissing my heated center.

“Good girl. Keep going. Tell me your dirtiest fantasy.” “I see you bending me over the altar,” I gasped, sliding two fingers deep inside myself, pumping steadily. “Your cassock pushed up, that thick priest cock slamming into me while the candles burn. I want you to fuck me raw in God’s house until I can’t walk straight.” “Fuck…” he hissed. “Pull your tits out. Show them to me.” I quickly unbuttoned my blouse with my free hand, yanking my red lace bra down. My heavy breasts spilled out, nipples tight and aching. I pinched one hard, rolling it between my fingers as I fucked myself faster.

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?”

“Meeting the eyes of a handsome stranger in a bar full of people, he crosses the room, grabs me by the hand, and pulls me into the restroom. Before I can blink, we’re making out, hot and heavy. His hands are all over me, under my shirt, down my jeans. Circling my nipples, then pinching just hard enough to make me gasp, and slipping a thick finger into my soaking pussy at the same time. I can’t even see him, but I can feel his thick, fat cock rubbing all over my ass, teasing between my cheeks, before he finally thrusts deep inside me and starts to fuck me, hard and fast. . .” I swallow hard. I can feel my panties soaked already and I’m only on the first damn question. Shit. I am not even this