Gender Bender Erotica Novels & Stories

I felt a hand pin me to the bed, as the figure kept dipping the dildo in for me. I wanted to resist, yet the figure did it so well—so well that I kept panting instead of asking who the person was. It was dark and I couldn't see, yet I could smell the cologne: thick, good, and it smelled masculine. I kept moaning uncontrollably; getting wet wasn't a choice, it was a fucking action. I couldn't control it; I just kept moaning words out of my throat. Not until the figure couldn't take it any longer.

Certainly better than she'd been able to achieve with the vibrator she hid in the bottom drawer of her nightstand. Still, she'd been left with an unsatisfied ache, a longing for what she knew was a stellar cock if her little sneak preview had been any indication. But he'd insisted on playing it safe, which was a good thing because if he hadn't, she would never have even slowed down. Either she was just that hungry, or she was seriously attracted to the handsome redhead. She chuckled to herself. A ginger. Who'd have thought… "Anna?" Hands on her hips, Teresa raised an eyebrow at her only daughter.

In her mind, which was already dominated by wild fantasies, there was no one else who possessed the spare key to this room besides Evander. With movements intentionally made seductive and sensual, Isolde slowly began to grope her own lush body using her two warm palms. Her fleshy fingers moved from the neck, down along her shoulders, and then squeezed her deeply contoured, plump waist. After that, she bent her voluptuous body forward, resting her two hands on the edge of the bed while spreading her two plump legs—a propped-up position that was utterly vulgar, challenging, and arousing for any man viewing it from behind.

Their gazes are nearly physical with the weight of them, pinning me down and making me feel caught in the best way. I finally give in and slide the dildo all the way inside, groaning and arching as it bottoms out. This one is veiny, with realistic ridges in it, and I can feel each and every one as my pussy grips it tight. I have to breathe through it for a while, trying not to come apart just from this. I’m only halfway down, after all. “Fuck, you look good like that,” Benedict rasps. “Stuffed full. It’d be better if it was one of us, but I like this look for you.”

"We’re not done." I smiled. "No." She reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a small bottle of lube and a slim, curved vibrator I hadn’t known she owned. My pulse kicked up again. She warmed a little of the lube between her fingers, then slicked the toy. She settled beside me and kissed me deeply while she guided the vibrator between my legs. The soft silicone nudged my entrance, then slid inside with a smooth push. She turned it on to a low, steady pulse and angled it so the curve pressed against that sensitive place inside me.

“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.

When he got close to the perverted couple, Sandro cleared his throat hard, causing Bane to turn his head towards him. There was a look of surprise when Bane realized Sandro's presence there. Then Bane turned to where Reina is standing… her face looked really shocked. The woman beneath him complained and asked Bane to move again. “Don't mind them… they must be looser who can't get laid .. they will definitely want to watch our hot sex. Just be nice… and continue… we occasionally make them orgasm just by watching us, yes...Babe?” The woman said she moved her breasts sensually… seducing Bane to get back to her. Reina didn't recognize who that girl is… it seemed she isn't a member of this pack…

The forbidden nature of the act, the audacity of doing this in his chair, in his study, made the arousal all the more intense. Slowly, I guided the smooth, tapered tip of the wooden dildo to the entrance of my slick heat. A gasp escaped my lips, a soft, involuntary sound. It was larger than my fingers, but the polished wood, warmed by my hand, slid into my heat with surprising ease. I pressed against it, felt the resistance, then the slow, deliberate stretch as it entered.

He was only just recovering and if Hermosa couldn't relax, his penis could easily be clip out. Her flat stomach was taut, her slim, sleek waist tilted back with the black triangle cup underwear hang over it. The streetlights and moonlight from the car window fell in and illuminated the corners of her wet eyes and breasts, the tip of her flushed tongue against the white line of her teeth. Beautiful as a painting, erotic as a dream. At the moment Brent is a pornographer, and it is up to him to create the more lascivious paintings. At some point, even more extreme thoughts came to Brent's mind. Anyway, he had done so by the time he realised it, sliding his hand down Hermosa's sunken waist and

But not like this, not kneeling down in front of them, half naked and still dazed from the orgasms they had given her. She gripped the boxers and pulled them down, releasing the most beautiful and tantalising cock she had seen. It was thick and had a vein running along its underside. A rod piercing decorated the head, a silver bead on top and one below it. It flexed upwards as it was freed and stood proud against Bane’s flat stomach. “I need your hands on me, angel,” Bane told her, stoking a hand over her cheek. Emma placed one of her hands against his thigh to steady herself as the other hand gripped the cock in front of her. It was warm and soft, but hard as iron. She moved her hand up and