Forced Crossdressing Stories Novels & Stories

Story 2: Eat Me, Boss Daddy The Red Room glowed with deep crimson light. The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and power. Andrea was still tied spread-eagle on the large padded bench, her wrists and ankles locked in heavy leather cuffs. Her legs were forced wide open by the spreader bar. Her pussy was red, puffy, and leaking a constant stream of mixed cum down her ass and onto the bench. Her tits were marked with bites and handprints. She was trembling, whimpering softly, her body still desperate for more even after everything Gabriel had already done to her.

Not even close. Another guy replaced him. Then another. Hands roamed over my curves — squeezing my breasts through the dress, sliding up my thick thighs, one even daring to brush between my legs for a second. I was breathing hard, flushed, my pussy throbbing desperately. “Yes… touch me,” I whispered to no one in particular, lost in the music and the rebellion. My body was on fire, remembering Marco’s intensity, craving something rougher, deeper, more overwhelming. I was grinding on the third guy, his hard cock pressing against my ass through our clothes, his hands boldly cupping my heavy tits from behind, when suddenly a strong arm wrapped around my waist like steel and yanked me backward.

My husband, Gunther Lane, was strict about his boundaries. I was not allowed to touch him without asking first. The last time I went to a party with his friends, I instinctively took his arm because I felt dizzy after drinking a little. "Let go." Gunther shook me off as though I had electrocuted him, then took a large step back in front of everyone. "I told you not to touch me without permission. Can't you show a little dignity?" I stood frozen with embarrassment while his friends looked at me, clearly amused. In the end, I fled home alone. But last week at the mall, I had seen him walking with Chloe Davies, the new intern. Because she was not used to wearing heels, she twisted her a

“Still playing the proud fool? Fine. You just wasted two minutes talking. That’s three thousand six hundred bows now. Decide. Or I will decide for you.” He snapped his fingers. Three of his burly retainers stepped forward from the shadows. Their intent was clear in their eyes—to strip the gown from me, to force me to my knees in front of everyone. I stumbled back as hands reached for me. “Don’t you dare touch me! I am to be bound today—!”

With listening. "There were people attacking him," I continued. "It was in Kaldor, the capital. I was there and I was close enough to help, so I did." I looked down at my hands. "I brought him to a place where he could get better. I cared for him while he was healing, and because he was a man and I wanted him to be comfortable, I… I pretended to be a girl while I did it." The words came out in a rush now, the dam broken, everything flowing too fast. "I didn’t know who he was. He was just someone who needed help, and I was there." "You didn't know?" Carl asked, his voice soft.

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

It was in this moment, when my aunt was kissing my back, holding me in place, almost as if I were about to run or something, that she was whispering in my ears that I should take her husband's cock in my wet teen pussy, did I believe that taboo sex was really happening in this world, not just staged in p**n. Here I never even thought this was a fantasy of mine, that I would want someone's husband to fuck me, let alone my own aunt's man, and weirdly with her watching, encouraging it. The way she held me almost like helping him take advantage of me if I had refused, it all made my pussy throb. “Show him what he's about to enter, dear niece,” Aunt Creseda said, parting my legs, and crazy enough

I spent three consecutive months camping out at the law school library, pretending like I was just passing by so I could accompany him during his late-night studies. On a stormy night when I heard he had a fever, I climbed over the dormitory wall to buy him medicine and ended up fracturing my right hand. When he asked about it, I just smiled and said I wanted to test the human body's resistance to pressure. Victor knew exactly how I fractured my hand, but he quietly listened to my lies. That was also the day he agreed to be my boyfriend. After we got together, he gave me a moon bracelet in return, saying we were made for each other. He also gave up his habit of late-night studying to stop me

Its purpose was obvious. I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe. I just stood there, staring at the collar in disbelief. Its presence, combined with my lack of clothes and my virginity left no doubt in my mind as to the nature of the events about to unfold. I was the latest in a long line of beautiful young women to vanish under mysterious circumstances. No one knew what had happened to my predecessors, but I feared it involved a lot of pain. All I could do was play along. Either I would satisfy the boss so thoroughly he chose to let me go or I would die in the most pain-free manner possible. It was a grim through, but it was the only one that filled me with a meager sense of hope.

she gestured at me wildly “...this is illegal. How can one person be both hot and beautiful?!” “Well, as you can see,” Sebastian slung an arm over my shoulder, “with our Noah, anything’s possible.” “For once, I agree with you,” Penny said dramatically. She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture before I could react. “Hey! What are you...” I started. “This,” she said, shoving the phone in my face. My mouth dropped open. She had just posted the picture on our trip platform with the caption: Cross-dressing is the latest trend.