Forced Crossdressing Stories Novels & Stories

I still couldn't believe I had actually done it. Adrian walked beside me, already busy on a phone call, his attention fixed on whatever business was happening on the other end. I nervously adjusted the edge of my dress before touching the wig to make sure it was still sitting properly. Every few seconds, I wondered whether anyone could tell that the woman walking out of the courthouse was actually a man trying desperately not to look like one.

But as Marcus groaned against his mouth, a deep, desperate sound of pure, helpless possessiveness, Ethan’s resistance buckled completely. Ethan’s arms wrapped around Marcus’s neck, pulling him down harder. The fight vanished, replaced by a desperate, toxic explosion of heat. They scrambled at each other’s clothes in the dark, their fingers cold and clumsy against buttons and zippers. There were no gentle words, no quiet comfort. It was a secret, silent war fought inside the narrow walls of the tent, every touch heavy with the weight of everything they couldn't say out loud. Marcus wasn't sweet or gentle as he offered no words of comfort as he hastily put on a condom and rammed in to Ethan wi

My freaking underwear! “What the hell!?” I yell, trying to cover my body with my arms, “Where’s, where’s my dress!?” He shrugged, making my blood boil, “Where’s my clothes!?” I snapped. “Left it at the boundary” he answered, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “Why!?” “It was dirty and carried your pack’s scent” he said, “Now get dressed or do you want to meet the pack in your underwear?”

I told him about a threesome I had with a girl and her bff, in her parents' bed. We were constantly trying to one-up each other and tell our raunchiest stories. Just to add a little teasing, I told him about having a female pharmacist "measure" my cock when I bought condoms. After which I bought some Magnum-sized. He told me about a sex store employee "helping" him try out a new dildo. I told him about the first time a girl asked for anal. He told me about the first time he was fucked up the ass. We laughed about men and women not liking to give oral, but always expecting to receive it. I told him about the first time I rimmed a girl, and girls' almost universal reaction to being rimmed the

I didn’t care if the men were watching, I didn’t care if they saw me in the outfit but I was laying claims to what… WHO belonged to me. Overcome by lust, I pulled up her skirt and dipped three fingers into her wet pussy. The kiss broke and her haves tightened around me as a loud moan slipped out of her. “Finger fuck my wet snatch” she groaned, pumping her hips into my fingers while my movements became frantic. I looked over to find the men, now completely naked and stroking their semi erect dicks to our show. I couldn’t believe it, my fingers thrust faster while Miriam cried out for me to go deeper and faster, my eyes shifted from the men back to my wife who was a mess in my arms as I slippe

“Remember how you’d get all dressed up in barely anything under your clothes and we’d go to Coverts? We’d watch the other couples, get so turned on and fuck all night” I swallowed, my nipples tightening at the memory. I hadn’t thought about Coverts, the members-only swingers club, in years. Nathan and I were more watchers than swingers, watching everyone’s pleasure, which heightened our own. When we first began dating, we went often. Each time, we’d end up having some of the best sex of our lives.. We would role play or do some light kink. The last time we had gone to Coverts, Nathan was as fit as a horse. Or so we thought...

“Don’t mention the kidnapping lightly. I need answers. “Why did you transfer money to the kidnappers?” Harold and Margaret’s faces drained of color. Isolde laughed. She held my arm, eyes gleaming. “Your family really knows how to scheme. “Stage a kidnapping, cash in on a life-saving favor from Cassian, and shamelessly try to make him marry your disgusting daughter!” She covered her mouth to hide her grin. “Of course, I have no problem with second marriages in general, I just have a problem with one particular person.”

‎I had been surprised and taken aback when I saw how pretty and sexy she suddenly looked, especially when she wore those short dresses or skirts, or tight jeans. ‎I last saw my brother and his wife about ten years ago, at their wedding, before I went back to Spain. And ever since I returned from Spain for the Christmas holiday, and saw how sexy Anny looks even at thirty, I've been fantasizing about having sex with her, always imagining my cock pumping in and out of her pussy and her mouth. ‎ ‎After making sure my brother had left for work, I had purposely left my door wide open before going into the bathroom to have a shower, and came out completely naked. While I was in the bathroom, I had

she begged, pushing back to meet him. And over by the staircase, a bisexual trio had formed a messy 69 chain, two women and a man tangled together. One woman lay on her back, the man eating her out while she sucked the other woman's clit. The second woman straddled the first's face, grinding down while reaching back to stroke the man's cock, fluids swapping everywhere in a slick, sloppy exchange of tongues and fingers.

" His plea only made me laugh. He wanted to use me as his scapegoat again? Did he really think I would be his fool for life? I crouched until our eyes were level. I gripped his chin tightly and whispered into his ear, "In our previous life, you and that woman drained me dry. And in this life, you want to suck me dry again? Patrick, do you really take me for an idiot?" His eyes widened in horror. "You... You're also..." "That's right," I sneered. "Just like you, I was reborn." Patrick shook his head frantically. "No... That's impossible! If you were reborn, then why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?"