Forced Crossdresser Fantasies นิยาย & เรื่องราว

roommate has homosexual thoughts and fantasies he has been fighting. Thoughts about me. Seeing my cock in the locker room and at the house when I walked around post shower. Fantasies of sucking my cock, worshipping me. Fantasies about being bent over in the locker room and being “claimed” and “taken”, made to take my big cock so deep that his abs bulge from the other side. Fantasies of submitting and surrendering to me and being my fuck toy. Fantasies about absorbing my seed and carrying it around with him everywhere he went. Fantasies about hanging with his “gym bros” while having my kids swimming deeper and deeper into his guts, with his friends being non the wiser.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

I let my fingers dance through the silk flimsy excuse of the nightgown I was wearing, messaging my hardened nipples delicately while pretending that it was Caden Gallagher's hands that were working their magic on me, stroking the hardened peaks, teasing them and leaving them swollen and sensitive in minutes. When it became clear that the fantasy was only going to drive me crazy if I held onto it any longer, I slowly removed my hand from underneath the thin material and slid my fingers under my thighs where I pushed aside my panties, allowing my clit to be exposed to the cool air and the light breeze from the window, caressing it lovingly. My pussy ached, desperate to feel the slick of someth

Her walls would clench, hot and wet, pulling me in deeper. The fantasy evolved, vivid and unrelenting. Now Elena was strapped to the St. Andrew's cross in the center of the room, arms and legs splayed, body taut like a bowstring. I'd circle her slowly, predator savoring prey, my fingers dipping between her thighs to find her drenched.

The boxers went soon after, and I hissed as the cool night air surrounded my hard, exposed dick. In my bedroom, I ripped off my shirt and undershirt, so that when I finally toppled onto the bed, I did so entirely naked. Maybe, I reasoned, if I gave into my fantasies just this once, they would go away. I couldn’t have Piper in the flesh, and that might have been part of her allure. If I imagined her and brought myself to completion, then I’d likely be able to let her go. Resolved, I wasted no more time and took myself in hand.

"The swingers' beach weekend and my piercings; nipples, clit, labia adorned done publicly while strangers watched and cheered. The auction: collared and leashed, led naked onto a stage with five other women. Stripped fully before a room of hungry men, and bids rose until five pooled resources to buy me. An afternoon of whatever they desired; mouth, cunt, ass, all filled repeatedly. In my imagination, I always get bought the highest price. Sharing our motel with another man, meaning you're inviting a stranger or friend and you both using me in every possible way. And simplest: when my husband fucked or ate me, I'll be pretending it was you." He listened without interrupting, his cock hardenin

Jerry tells us as he seats Lena on the couch and positions me in a kneeling position so I can suck her cock. “Make it good for both of us, baby, you are to pleasure and be pleasured,” he tells me as he stands and watches me take Lena’s very erect cock between my eager lips. “Love watching what you are doing, baby, your favorite fantasy is about to happen, two big cocks in you, one at each end,” he tells me as he positions me face down on my elbows so I can suck Lena’s cock. “If I lick and kiss your ass, can I fuck you while you have a cross dresser’s cock in your mouth?” Jerry whispers as he traces his fingertips over my ass.

We were on a job and distractions could be life-threatening. Despite a lifetime of discipline Valefar had poured into me to keep me sharply focused, floods of fantasies swamped my mind and I was powerless to stop them. Would my mate be handsome? Would he bother to tell me his name before he swept me off my feet and covered my body from head to toe in passionate kisses? I couldn't help but picture toned muscles pressed against the soft curves of my naked body. Thick fingers, rough but gentle, stroking up my inner thigh, inching ever closer to my -

My dick hardens more as I imagine her return route—those soft hands playing across my abs, traveling up my stomach to my pecs, exploring me. I let out a breath. It sounds like a turned-on groan. Because I don't stop the fantasy there. As she touches me, I imagine her hands gliding into my hair, her lips brushing across my neck, her scent everywhere. And then I imagine myself doing the next logical thing. The only thing. Flipping around, sliding her under me, pinning her wrists above her head. And fucking her. Even though I'm only her friend, even though I'm keeping it on the level, all signs in my head and body point to a different agenda.