Gender Bender Erotica Novels & Stories

For a room with so many things, everything looked well-arranged and oddly neat. Against the far wall stood two glass-front cabinets, locked. Inside were high-end toys like chrome and glass pieces, stainless steel dildos, dual-motor vibrators, suction toys, body wands, electrostimulation devices, and temperature-play tools. I had never been that scared and shaken in my life before. I shouldn’t have been intrigued or even curious, but for some reason, I was. “This is a sex room,” I remarked. Nero didn’t listen to me or allow me to fully process everything. He dragged me to the spanking bench and gave me a knowing look.

I stole my childhood friend’s doll. Then, he called to complain. I listened to him wail as the doll sat in my hand, its texture somehow akin to that of human skin. Under its skirt was something remarkably female. This left me confused. ‘Is this doll female or male?’ Then, more importantly… ‘Did it come with both organs? Or is this modified?’ He sounded hysterical over the line. Surprised by this, I accidentally squished the doll’s limbs a little.

The unknown guy in her mental image suddenly became Bryce's stepdad, and the thought was so perverted, so taboo, and so fucking hot that it made her pussy leak around her dildo. "Tom's," Brenda replied. "Tom's been bi since we've been married--a little before, actually. I think a four-way fuck-fest between us all would be mind-blowing!" "Holy shit!" Tina said as a new image materialized in her brain of Tom on his back with his dick pointing straight up and being jerked and sucked by Bryce who was on his knees with his ass in the air. She was behind him on her knees and had her plug-in cock hooked into her cunt on one end and pushed up Bryce's tight little asshole on the other. Bryce stroked

Maybe it was because she was doing it willingly and with the right person this time. "Are you still up for some fun?" the tree suddenly questioned as a bright light surrounded it, reshaping it into a tall male silhouette. It wasn't clothed, but Delphina could see that it was genderless. "Delphina, if you don't mind, can you let your future husband do it with me?" Eira and Delphina looked stunned at his words. "I shouldn't have peeked at you guys, but I did. I don't have any organs to define me as male or female, but I do have two holes he can fuck. My arse and my mouth,"

“I can’t help it!” I moan ecstatically. “It feels so good!” “Mmm, excellent,” he murmurs. “But you know, I think we can do better than this.” I whine as he stops moving the toy, and I squirm around in an attempt to get some friction again, but it’s no use. Then, Xander undoes his belt and my eyes open when I hear the buckle hit the floor. Goosebumps rise on my skin when I hear the telltale unzip of his pants, and I let out another low moan. But it’s a moan of welcome because I feel like a bitch in heat. I’m burning up and can barely breathe, and I feel so desperate that I don’t know what to do with myself. The toy isn’t enough anymore—I want the real thing, and a hard cock is the only thing

whispers Aderaldo while pulling the bra straps that are visible when Naara's shirt is slightly open. "You will definitely look sexy in that bra. I think your twin melon size will fit well in my hand, 36B." Aderaldo whispers in a low, seductive tone. After he finishes whispering those sacred words, Aderaldo again seizes Naara's full lips without permission while his wide hands squeeze the woman's plump buttocks.

I ask and open the browser. "I'll type it in." His arms go to either side of me as he types on the keyboard. I watch as he clicks search and a very kinky website pops up. The background is red and black and there are multiple pictures of naked men in all sorts of positions having sex. "Did you just put on a porn website?" I ask. It's definitely porn as there are tonnes of videos and categories to click on. "Yes I put on a porn website. It specialises in gay bdsm which is exactly what we need," he explains while scrolling down.

“Bend over the couch arm.” He almost stumbled with how fast he obeyed. Stumbled forward, bent over the wide armrest, ass presented, thong stretched tight between his cheeks. The Black lace framed him perfectly—thin straps digging into his hips, the back strip disappearing between his cheeks. I stepped behind him. Grabbed the bag I’d brought in. Pulled out the beaded dildo I’d secretly bought along with the new lingerie set. Black silicone, graduated beads, flared base. Thick enough to stretch, not thick enough to satisfy.

“Ebony? Daddy kinks? Or BDSM?” Grace grinned a little. “Daddy kinks.” I picked a good video and started playing it on the big TV. The sounds of moaning filled the room. On the screen, a young girl was calling a man “Daddy” while he fucked her. I slipped my hand between Grace’s legs. She was already wet. I rubbed her pussy gently first, then pushed two fingers inside her. She moaned loudly and pressed her face into my chest. “That’s it,” I whispered. “Feel Daddy’s fingers.”

Her whole body burned with shame. I could guess what happened after that. I raised her right index finger and said, "You were using your own hand just now. I didn't do anything." She looked at her finger and finally understood. "George, I'm sorry. I misunderstood you." I laughed and gestured down at myself. "Look. Mine isn't small. That just proves the man in your dream wasn't me." I blatantly showed her my member. She stared at me and gasped, clearly surprised by my size.