Forced Crossdresser Fantasies 소설 & 이야기

I stroked myself even faster inside my sweats, not five feet away from her, while she continued to push herself closer and closer. My thoughts betrayed me and made me start to fantasize that it was me doing that to her. That I was fingering her while I sucked on her clitoris, driving her wild with desire and pushing her over the edge. My hand was stroking my cock so fast, it became almost uncomfortably hot. I was breathing heavily, but I didn't think she could hear me over her own moans. Her hand was moving so fast, I could see ripples in the water from it. And I swear I could hear the wet squelch of her fingers diddling her pussy. I held my breath. Pleasure rose up inside me, boiling at the

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Readers should be aware of explicit sexual content, themes of power imbalance, graphic depictions of BDSM, intense physical and psychological humiliation, non-consensual undertones in a fantasy context, extreme kink practices including fisting, cock torture, edging, sounding, electro-stimulation, watersports, and double penetration, strong language, potential triggers related to authority figures, public exposure scenarios, and emotional distress, as well as the presence of dark, taboo elements that may not suit all audiences. Part 1

“My name is Sapphire and I’m here from Fantasies.” The muscles in Felix’s body visibly relaxed. Fantasies was an elite at home prostitute service. Their website allowed for patrons to pick any girl with whatever body specifications, kinks, accents, accessories or outfits the men desired. Fantasies ensured that all of their girls were devoid of STDs and had contraceptives so that men who wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex without the pressure of condoms could be free to do so.

I've had this fantasy since I was nineteen years old. Not the polished version – not the softcore "oh wouldn't it be naughty" version you admit to over cocktails when someone asks your wildest fantasy. The real one. The one I play on the backs of my eyelids when my vibrator is on the highest setting and I'm chasing the orgasm that only this image delivers: me, naked, surrounded by men. Hands everywhere. Cocks everywhere. Being passed between them like something precious and filthy, the singular focus of four, five, six men who want nothing except to use my body until I can't remember my own name.

instead of Cressida’s loud, confident moans. The fantasy made me fuck Cressida even harder as I gripped her hips tighter and pounded into her with brutal, punishing kind of thrusts, as my mind overlayed Glinda’s face, Glinda’s body, Glinda’s quieter whimpers onto the girl actually falling apart beneath me. “Fuck—yes, right there!” Cressida moaned, pushing back against me, completely oblivious to the other girl now living rent-free in my head while I railed her. I slapped her ass hard, watching it jiggle, imagining how Glinda’s would look rippling the same way. The mix of real heat and the sweet fantasy pushed me dangerously close as I reached around, rubbing Cressida’s clit roughly while I k

She couldn't help but facepalm herself in a gesture of exasperation, contemplating the potential consequences of being in such proximity to three irresistible demigods. And then there was that alluring gentleman with a rich, chocolate-hued complexion. His presence lingered in her thoughts, igniting vivid and tantalizing fantasies that danced through her mind. Astrid's imagination painted a sultry scene of intimacy with her blowing his hot black cock, each fantasy pushing the boundaries of her desire. She envisioned herself exploring every inch of his body with her tongue, the heat of his passion matching the depth of her longing. Such thoughts ignited a passionate fire within her, fanning th

I have always fantasized of having sex with my step-brothers. Their sexy hot bodies always appear in my dreams and whenever I wake up, I find myself covered in my cum. I have this addiction of touching myself while I am asleep. In my dreams, my step-brothers are the ones touching me. However, today was different, so I decided to act out my fantasies. I grabbed my double large vibrator from my drawer and inserted it into my pussy, drilling myself wet.

“You have been teasing me for weeks. Leaving your window open. Walking around naked. Touching yourself where I could see. You wanted this.” I struggled against him, twisting my body, but he was much stronger. He kept my mouth covered and used his knees to spread my legs wide. His free hand moved between us, fingers finding my soaked pussy again. “Look how wet you are,” he whispered. “Your body is begging for it even if your mouth says no.” I moaned against his palm, half from fear and half from the thrill. This was exactly what I had fantasized about. The mask made it perfect. I did not want to know who he was. I wanted the fantasy. The stranger. The forced pleasure.

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott