Forced Crossdresser Fantasies Novels & Stories

I hummed, wracking my brain. “You wanted that? I thought you were just givin’ me added incentive.” He chuckled. “What else? I think you might be more interesting than me. One of mine was goin’ down on a woman who was only wearin’ thigh highs and garters.” Ford smiled shyly. I giggled. “Mine was finding a large, muscular man who would take me up against a wall.” “Seems like we’re in tune with each other’s fantasies.” He snickered.

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.

What would you do if I was there right now? My mind spun wild images, a faceless man between my legs, tongue delving deep. But unbidden, Jaxon's face flashed in, those sharp jawlines, his confident smirk. I shook it off, focusing on the fantasy. Me: I'd grab your hair, pull you closer. Grind against your face until I cum. I was panting now, fingers moving faster, dipping into my entrance. The room felt hotter, my tank pushed up to expose my breasts. I pinched a nipple, moaning softly.

That single exchange changed everything. He asked to see me naked. I showed him my breasts, full and soft, already shaped by gravity and the children I had breastfed. He wanted to see my ass next. I stood, turned, and opened my cheeks so he could look at my asshole. My pussy was thick with dark hair. I had never shaved it. One evening he asked about my fantasies. “Tell me what you want,” he said. “I want to try two men at once,” I answered. “And I want to try a woman too.”

I pressed my thighs together tighter under the desk, trying to ignore the growing throb between my legs. My nipples tightened against the lace of my bra, pressing noticeably against my blouse if the light hit just right. I hoped he wouldn’t notice. He continued, voice growing richer. “Degradation adds to the intensity. Calling her my filthy whore while she’s soaked and desperate. Pinning her down, yanking her hair, slamming into her from behind until she’s screaming. And breeding… the fantasy of pumping load after load into her unprotected pussy, filling her until she’s overflowing, imagining her swelling with my seed. Marking her as mine in the most primal way possible.”

I caressed his hard jaw to his soft lips. “Do you remember your fantasies? That you would fuck me here in our tent… your cock pressed inside me as I begged you to fuck me roughlessly… and you would kiss me the way I wanted to be kissed… pleasure me the way you know how to do it… your cum would all be inside my pussy. Isn’t that what you want to do with me in the first place? You would fuck me nonstop in the night until my cunt becomes sore and the first thing you do in the morning is to eat me. So let’s do it, Hendrix. Let us do what your fantasies were all about.” When he opened his eyes, they were even darker that I thought I was looking in some shadow. He gripped my clit that I wasn’t abl

His cum shot across her ass and lower back, hot and thick, joining the mess already coating her thighs. The mirror flared bright. "Trial complete. Riley. Your fantasy is next." Riley stumbled backward, shaking her head frantically. "No. No, I don't…" But the images came anyway, flooding her mind. Her deepest fantasy: being worshipped. Licked. Devoured. Every inch of her body claimed by a woman's mouth, hands, tongue. She'd dreamed of soft curves pressed against hers, of fingers buried inside her, of tasting another woman's arousal on her lips.

Alex said, his voice rough and uneven. I pinched my nipples harder, rolling them, tugging them as though nipple clamps were already biting down. I imagined silver barbells piercing through them, the sharp pain of the needle pushing in, the heavy throb that would follow, the way Alex would tug and twist the jewelry whenever he wanted. Just the thought of him attaching a chain between the piercings and yanking made my pussy gush even harder, my clit pulsing like it was on fire. My juices dripped down to the couch beneath me, soaking everything. The fantasy had me grinding on my own fingers like I was possessed, moaning his name like a slut begging to be claimed.

Oh my God" and fired his second load of the night down my throat. "Oh you fucking bitch. You god damned slut! You are my fantasy come true. I've always wanted to make love to a cross-dresser or a transvestite and here you are. God, what a wild way to start the New Year." His hand was on my cock and he was stroking me. I laid back and let him pull it loose from its harness and then he had me in his mouth and then we were in a sixty-nine and then things just happened.

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.