Forced Crossdressing Stories 소설 & 이야기

“I was on fire that night; I had a lot to drink before. You see, these men were special, VIP. They paid for me and I gave them a darn good show. I had on my favorite gold bikini set. It’s basically a strip of clothing; doesn’t cover anything—” I squeezed my eyes shut, my thumb digging into a wooden bead. “Candy, please. This is not—” “The lights in the VIP room were so dim I couldn’t see their faces,” she continued, ignoring me. Her voice was low. “But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties

For us. Minutes dragged like hours. Then the door burst open. Vincenzo stumbled in, shirt torn and bloody, a gash on his arm dripping red. His eyes were wild, chest heaving. He kicked the door shut and locked it. “Vincenzo!” I scrambled off the bed, naked, and rushed to him. “You’re hurt…” He grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall, mouth crashing into mine. The kiss was desperate, bloody, adrenaline pouring off him. “They tried to take you back,” he snarled against my lips. “Your father’s men. But you’re not going anywhere.”

Warning: This is GAY sex story, please skip it if you are not into LGBT content. "Oh God! Professor Cross! Please!" Peter's desperate cry echoed through the locked office as Professor Damien Cross pounded into his ass with relentless precision. Peter was bent over the massive oak desk, his pants around his ankles, his shirt pushed up, completely exposed and vulnerable. And he'd never felt more alive. Damien's fourteen-inch cock stretched him impossibly wide, filling him so completely that Peter could feel it in his stomach. Each brutal thrust pushed Peter forward on the desk, papers scattering to the floor, the wood creaking under their combined weight.

It never did occur to me that he had this kind of fantasies. The zipper of the dress was on its back so Adrian did it for me. I have no choice but to remove the dress on my body. I was completely naked while Adrian just freed his hard cock, pre-cum was on his cock’s tip as if he had been feeling lustful since the start of the program! We both moaned when he finally entered me. He just sat me at the huge table and opened my legs wide for him. My right leg was on his shoulder as he entered me roughly.

But Rose continued, she had her hands tied in front of her as she said, “ We left it in the changing room. What's wrong about that?” “ Huh.” I turned. I was also shocked by their words, one of the mothers flared up. She jumped up, pointing a finger in annoyance as she yelled, “ Definitely not! Girls! Don't lie, it was clearly under our bed.” “ No. It wasn't.” Rose said with a tough look. “ We left our stained clothes in the changing room and brought the spares out.” “ Really?” The blonde smiled coldly, pulling the puffing mother back down as she asked, “ Wet? Why were you wet?”

Jay replied softly. People passing by couldn’t help but notice the two of them—how easily they fit into each other’s presence, how their hands found each other, how their eyes locked like they had their own secret language. An elderly couple smiled as they walked by. A teenager elbowed his friend and whispered, “Goals.” In the theater, the lights dimmed, and the movie began. At first, it was just another romantic drama. But soon, the story unfolded into something more. Too familiar. A woman torn between loyalty and love. A complicated triangle of truth, betrayal, and second chances.

"Yes, a pig, Joan. He will be your stuntman." "But it's… a pig." He chuckled at the look that she was giving the pig. "Not for long." *snap* And with another snap of his fingers, the pig changed to an identical copy of Joan. The just transmuted pig was looking around, and with another snap of fingers, its eyes dulled a little and it went still. The 'new' Joan then went near the wall and layed down. The manacles slithered to 'her' feet and snapped in place. And then it went to sleep. Joan was watching all of that with a shocked expression on her face. She had just seen a pig appearing out of nowhere. Then it, the same pig, changed it's body to an identical copy of her own. Same clothes, same

I stepped outside and the cold water soaked the dress in seconds until it stuck to my skin like a second layer. My nipples tightened even more. Every step made the dress ride higher on my thighs. People stared as I walked toward downtown but I did not care. Let them look. Let them see the shape of my bare pussy under the wet black fabric. Let them wonder if I was already dripping down my legs.

When I steadied my ragged breathing, I stood up, tugged my dress down, and fetched something to wipe the mess that had spilled on the floor. Afterward I headed to my room, showered, and slipped into a short skirt plus a tank top that revealed my cleavage. One thing about Christian was that he adored me dressing this way, and I loved it too. I would continue wearing it to seduce and grant his sons effortless entry to my cunt. I curled up on the bed and attempted to pass the time by reading a smut novel, into which I became immersed. Even though I had received enough cock, reading this stirred my inner whore.

The air still smelled faintly of old books and the cedar sachets their mother used to tuck into drawers. Nathan closed the door. Cole turned the lock. Isabel stood between the two beds and let the cardigan fall. This time they undressed each other first. She watched as identical bodies were revealed—same broad shoulders, same lean muscle, same dark trail of hair leading down. When they were both naked the resemblance became almost unbearable. Only the scar and the ring remained as proof that the universe had not simply doubled one man.