Sexy Crossdresser 소설 & 이야기

I had been trying for days to book an appointment with him at his office but his secretary keeps telling me he’s busy but surprisingly, last night she called me and tipped me off that he’d be at Club Rehab tonight. The only problem I have right now is the dress I’m wearing. I feel like a hooker inside it but it’s perfect for a club setting and I have nothing else new or more modest to wear and yes, it’s the dress Mr. Icy glares bought for me. The top of the dress is made of nothing but strings, doing nothing to cover my ample tits and I can’t even wear a bra inside it without looking like a wacko and the only tiny piece of fabric on the top barely covers my nipples and the skirt, O lord! It

Axel's right hand found her left, clothed boob and he gave it a squeeze that made her lean into his hands and moan into his mouth. "Only the heavens know how much I missed all of this, Sexy head" he whispered against her lips. "Me too. I miss it all and I want it all" her moan was almost a cry. Axel's fingers grabbed the hem of her dress and she sure did not have to be told anymore before she knew what was going on. He was going to rip her dress and he did not disappoint her as he ripped the dress apart in one quick movement and grabbed her ass cheeks, fondling it and squeezing it in his hands letting the flesh spread in his fingers.

She replied, going towards his wardrobe and he followed her. “Fine! Let’s play dress up, but I’ll certainly dress you up too” He replied and she nodded, strutting to the other room. “Yea, whatever” She replied, bring out several undies. After 10 minutes of pleading, Alessandro agreed to strip, she giggled as she stared at his body, licking her lips. “Stop staring... we could skip all these dress up if you want...” He suggested huskily, moving close to her and she put a hand on her chest, covering her eyes.

she asks, releasing a feminine yelp and giggles. Dexter is several inches taller than her. He opens the door, kissing her senselessly, letting her body slide slowly and easily against his, stopping just enough to line up their mouths perfectly as Taesha happily wraps her legs around his slender waist. Her dress pushes up around her hips until he can feel the heat of her core through her panties. Dexter's entire body is so pumped up with adrenaline. He fights the intense urge to rip her dress clear from her skin with one tear.

His surprise quickly disappears as the other man strips naked and bends the woman over the couch. Wetness pools in between my legs, and I move slightly around, trying to find a comfortable spot. Trevor lightly kisses my earlobe again and whispers, “There is more spice than anything else in the movie.” The woman on the TV and I moan together. “Ahhh…..”

I was dressed in a way I had never been dressed in my life. The cloth that fell around me was heavy and beautiful, a deep gold with threads that caught the light and held it, flowing from my shoulders to the floor in long, perfect folds. My throat, wrists, and fingers were covered in diamonds – not just a few small ones. I mean the kind of jewels that look like they weren't made by human hands, clear and cold and shining with their own light. My hair was arranged with a neatness and care that I could feel even in the dream, pinned and styled in a way that made the back of my neck feel both bare and grand at the same time.

Because I’m scared I’ll actually like what I find. By the time I make it back to my apartment, it’s nearly 1 a.m. I strip out of my clothes and fall into bed, but sleep is impossible. My body’s too keyed up. My brain’s still playing back every second of our interaction. The nearness. The scent of his cologne dark and musky, like forbidden things. The gravel in his voice when he said I was a distraction. And my traitorous body loved it. God, what’s wrong with me?

I’m hoping that Jace is right in that it will look much better when the stitches are out. After our little tryst at the dinner table earlier, Jace had me put on the sexiest dress that I’ve ever worn. Although it’s practically see-through, I feel sexy and powerful in it. Completely made of lace, it has removable inserts that cover the important parts since Jace knows that I’m not quite ‘there’ just yet. It’s a shimmery black lace that hugs my body and ends just below my butt cheeks. In all honesty, I look like a high-end hooker, but that’s okay being in the setting that we are in.

Claire's POV My reflection stared back at me through the mirror. My face had been contoured and my cheekbones had been heightened, courtesy of the make-up artist, a talented male cross-dresser named Sasha. “Oh my, oh my” He exclaimed as he clasped his hands on his chest, in the manner that most effeminate men would “Claire to the world! They wouldn't know what hit them!” A plastic smile spread across my lips. He had done a good job but I wasn't interested in that. I didn't like the fact that I was being forced into doing something against my wish, but I had no choice.