Forced Crossdressing Stories Novels & Stories

Crossdresser has an out-of-body sexual experience. Enjoy.. ***** My name is Rich and I am a crossdresser. I would prefer to be a transgender, but at this point in my life--married with two grown kids and a grandchild--it's just not in the cards for me. That doesn't stop me from dreaming, however. Several years ago, my wife came home unexpectedly and caught me in my women's clothes. She freaked out and demanded that I get counseling. I truly love Meg, and in order to save our marriage, I agreed.

He was handsome as a man and stunning as a woman. Wide-eyed, Jasmine gazed at Larissa for a moment. She took a deep breath and sincerely said, "Larry, you look beautiful even in women's clothing!" So, it was just cross-dressing? This showed that Larry was unconventional, carefree, and had character. It was totally fine for him to cross-dress! Larissa was puzzled. "Huh?" She was no longer deliberately imitating a male voice but spoke in her original voice. Jasmine was stunned when she heard Larissa speak.

That was what I thought at least. As I cycled to meet up with them, memories of my childhood flashed through my mind. I wasn't the easiest kid to raise, in fact, that was me going nice on myself. I was quite difficult to teach anything because of my obstinacy and inflexibility. Right from age eight or nine, I had been a huge problem to my parents—my mum in particular. It wasn't the normal problem most parents had with their kids, I wasn't just strong headed. I had a rock as a brain and no amount of teaching or scolding would get through. It was only when I changed for the first time, my behavioural ills reduced. Then my parent got to know that I had been battling with a male wolf inside of m

I screamed around the one in my mouth—muffled, desperate. They didn’t stop. They rotated. New cock in mouth. New one in pussy. New one in ass. New hands on nipples. New cocks in palms. More loads—on my face, in my mouth, inside my pussy, inside my ass. I lost count. By the tenth cock I was shaking—blindfolded, sobbing, covered, filled, ruined. They untied my ankles. Flipped me onto my stomach. Retied my wrists behind my back. Pulled my hips up—ass high, face pressed to the marble.

When he switched to the other breast I threaded my fingers into his hair and held on. He eventually lifted his head and kissed me again, deeper, while his hands slid under my skirt and found the waistband of my underwear. He hooked his fingers in and dragged them down my legs. I stepped out of them. He left the skirt on, pushed up around my waist, and lifted me onto the edge of the desk. The wood was cool against my bare skin. Victor stepped between my thighs and looked down at me — open, wet, breathing too fast — with an expression that was almost reverent and completely filthy at the same time.

Daring to cross such realms had never truly crossed her mind but as her eighteenth birthday begins to approach, she knows her future is already set in two paths; sold as a slave to another cruel master or work in the brothels as one of the many town whores. Driven by purpose and a thirst to change the fate aligned for her, Ariadne disguises herself as a boy and crosses realms in search of a greater life-- But what meets her on the other end is so much more. WARNING; This story is rated R for mature audiences only. It contains sexual themes, violence, gore, profanity and nonconsent. Readers discretion is advised.

But my mother just adjusted her sunglasses and went back to her book. “I can't—”. I started. “I'm going to—”. “Come. Now”. Then I came silently, my body convulsing and my screams swallowed by his hand. He followed soon after, emptying himself inside me again as his cum dribbled down my thighs. We stayed pressed against the glass, panting, and the risk of discovery still hanging in the air. I knew with absolute certainty, that we had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. And neither of us wanted to go back. We were both partners in this game.

And yet… Every single time Adam had told those stories, James had imagined Lisa instead. He blinked, pulling himself back. "I could handle that," he said, slowly at first, then more firmly. "Yeah." Lisa didn’t look convinced. "It might be a little wild to hear," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "But it wouldn’t bother me." She raised an eyebrow. "Not the bragging," he clarified. "Not people knowing." Lisa stayed silent. "I’d tell them my side," he added with a small grin. "And realistically? All they’d know is that my wife had great sex."

I pulled my knees back and spread my legs wider, opening myself up completely to his view because I wanted him to see exactly how desperate I was, how much I craved his mouth on my clit and his dick stretching me open. I needed him to fuck my brains out, just like he had the last time until I forgot everything about my marriage. He broke the stare, turning abruptly to a dark corner of the room while I watched him, my chest heaving, as he rummaged through a drawer. He pulled out a long, black necktie. I wanted metal cuffs but a necktie is fine too. He returned to the bed, then climbed over me, his knees bracketing my hips, and caught both of my wrists in one massive hand and he pinned them ef

They stationed themselves at the entrance of the door, staring down at Anderson, waiting and hoping he would make a stupid move. “There is no trick, no suit, no demons in the smoke. Only you and reluctance to let go of someone who is already gone.” Xavier continued when everything settled down. “The smoke from the blood was as a result of you mixing gasoline with the blood and lighting it on fire. The heat and dehydration caused you to hallucinate the faces.” Xavier paused her words for a while before she continued, “There is no devil with the golden eyes calling himself suit. As for the ‘suit’, that was what the gentleman who found you passed out was wearing, when he brought you back to tow