Gender Bender Erotica Novels & Stories

It was as much as she could do to keep her hand away from her pubis, the warmth doubled by the knowledge that Tony was sharing the same almost uncontrollable emotions. He brought out the rest, one after the other, an exotic feast of sensual delights, each more daring and innovative than the last. There was one of a woman wearing vaguely Eastern dress suggestive of a harem. She was on all fours, bending over so that her pudendum was in full view: the shadowed area between her legs, the plump wet labia fringed with hair. Her mouth encompassed the turgid prick of the youth beneath her. An older man straddled her, about to thrust a truly spectacular twelve-inch cock into the depths of her forbid

"Let me tell you how this is going to go, Veda. I'm going to tell you what I want, and you're going to do it, or I'll take you over my knee and spank your ass until you learn how to do as you’re told. Do you understand me? Now open your fucking legs." Her mouth fell open and her beautiful chest rose and fell with quick pants. She had a beauty mark near the nipple of her left breast, and a light spray of freckles just under her collarbone. Her stomach wasn't quite flat but soft, curving slightly just above her pussy. Her hips were full and round. Just the way I liked my women. Dark blonde curls hid her secrets from me, but after tonight there would be no more hiding. "This is the last time I'

Ginger always hated Bryan because he dated Ginger’s mother, which caused her mother to leave her family. Ginger made sure that Bryan would feel that. This is why Bryan couldn’t believe that he was having sexual intercourse with his girlfriend’s daughter, who was riding and pounding on him faster and harder as he massaged her bouncy breasts. Their bodies were moving in sync, and when they were done, both were breathing heavily with sweat all over their naked bodies. Ginger dropped next to him, and Bryan wrapped his strong arms around her bare body, pulling her closer.

Why were the shelves just mental bars that I could see through that you could see over them. “Awww, this vibrator’s a little dick.” She held out the smallest peen I had ever seen and made a sad face, then immediately got distracted again “Oohhh, this looks like a good one.” Hannah cooed and grabbed a single box. “What do you think?” “It’s amazing, let’s go.” “Not so fast honey. I like to walk through the BDSM isle. Just to get a look at things.” The look on Hannah’s face told me she was serious. She linked her arm through mine and pulled me along.

Sandra, an 18-year-old voluptuous woman, sat at her desk in the quiet office, her mind wandering to her favorite pastime – self-pleasure. Her body was a work of art, with ample curves in all the right places. Her breasts, full and heavy, strained against her blouse, and her wide hips and thick thighs filled her chair. But what really set Sandra apart was her surprisingly tiny, tight pussy, a secret treasure hidden beneath her generous figure. As the last of her coworkers trickled out, Sandra's fingers began to dance across her keyboard, opening a discreet folder on her computer filled with her favorite erotic stories and images. She knew she shouldn't be doing this at work, but the risk of g

My hands are holding a completely transparent, ultra-tight black lace bodysuit, slit open down the center to expose a male's chest and lower v-line, complete with a sickeningly soft, white furry bunny tail stitched directly onto the exposed asset lining. "That greedy old scumbag Cedron!" I hiss under my breath, my beast pacing inside my chest with homicidal rage. He didn't just send his biological son to negotiate a trade contract; he explicitly stripped my male body down to be used as a hyper-sexualized, erotic plaything for David Duskbane’s raw carnal desires.

“You’re still fighting it? Your pussy is weeping for us. The bond doesn’t lie, even if you do.” I glared at them. “Go to hell.” Ares laughed in dangerous tone. “We’re already there, baby. And we’re taking you with us.” He moved to the black leather box on the side table and opened it. My stomach twisted when I saw what was inside—shiny nipple clamps, a thick metal plug, a heavy vibrating wand, leather floggers, lube, and more. Ares picked up the nipple clamps. These ones looked even tighter than before.

I asked with a smile. "Oh, okay. Just go to her room." I went up the stairs and was about to open the door when Belly suddenly came out of her room, she is Bellie's twin. He's different because this Bellie is gay, his twin is actually a boy. "Hey, Vee!" He even raised his hand. He looked at me from head to toe. "You're so sexy, my body is starting to get hot because of you." "Your mouth is really rude! why don't you imitate your brother who is kind--"

A small leather bench sat stationed near the end of the bed completing the look. Returning my focus back towards the center of the room, I slowly move to search the rest of the room as a whole. My eyes noticing how each side of it was divided into some kind of BDSM section. The left side dedicated to a wall full of glass cabinets which seemed to house silk lined drawers. Each drawer filled with items such as vibrators. Vibrators of multiple sizes and shapes.

This dress is a weapon, and Ben is my first foe. “I need you to forward me the Anderson file.” I spin back to face my computer before he can answer, and clack on the keypad. His footsteps humbly retreat. A minute later, his email pops up with an attachment. Victory is mine. Smirking, I straighten my skirt, shifting a little to get comfortable. The dress and shoes weren’t the only gifts. A discreet black box held a bright pink device shaped like a tadpole with a curved tail. When I slip it into my panties (leopard print, Bear-approved) the device presses against my clit and… my butthole. A little weird, but I can play another kinky game. I have two gorgeous men competing to get me off. It’s a