Sexy Crossdresser Novels & Stories

“Every Tuesday. Same dress. Same no panties. Bending over like you’re begging for it.” I should scream. Should slap him. Instead, my thighs clench, slick already coating them. “You’re not—” “Security,” he cuts in, smirking. “Name’s Felix. And I’ve got hours of you on tape. That little shimmy when you reach for the wine? The way you bite your lip over the cheap shit?” His thumb brushes his bottom lip, eyes dropping to where my dress has ridden up, exposing the wet glisten between my legs. “Been jerking my cock to you in the monitor room, imagining how tight you’d feel.”

I foolishly grinned at my man. "Let's dance?Shall we my darling?" "Sure." He played the song.And just like that Taio Cruz She's like a star started playing. We started dancing, more like grinding each other. "Babe if you dance like that.I'm going to lose it." He whispered in my ears huskily and pointed sheepishly towards his crotch area. I blushed furiously. "Tiienn..."I scolded. "Can't blame a guy.You look like a wet dream in that sinful dress."

“Fuck, you’re even cussing. Is he threatening you to sleep with men?” “No, why would you even ask that?” I questioned, my tone mixed with disbelief. “I–“ he paused, running his eyes across my dress. “No offense, but you’re dressed like a hooker.” I opened and closed my mouth repeatedly, unable to form words. I looked at my dress, pausing. Well, I did look like a hooker but since when did skimpy dresses equate to being a sex worker? “I’m not a sex worker.” I hissed out. Maxim would never let another man touch me anyway.

"A bit desperate tonight, hm?" Huffing, Adom averts his eyes. But he doesn't so much as close his legs or roll over to cover himself, his temporarily soft, come-smeared cock and puffy red hole still on open display for Alexander, so he can't be too upset. Alexander lets him pout. He takes his time undressing, even disappears to the bathroom for a few minutes wash the fake blood off, and he returns to Adom wearing nothing but the garter belt and the stockings, delicate black lace on pale skin, and those tape crosses on his chest. He's playing with himself, cock filling back out, head tilted to the side, with a come-hither look that leaves no room for doubt or insecurities.

How can people won lottery with an indecent acts? Many poor and homeless people are roaming but they left them for ungodly strippers that have nothing to offer in the society. yeah, they actually have nothing to offer. I looked at what Stella was currently wearing, an airy, silky bright blue-dress, a bit see-through fitted enough to mold to her impressive body, her fit belly and her large, imposing breasts. The dress barely, and I mean barely, went below her hips, exposing her long, firm legs and her high-heel clad feet.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Chapter 1: TEASING MY BEST FRIEND AND GETTING MY PUSSY DEVOURED IN THE DRESSING ROOM I sway my hips as I walk through the upscale lingerie boutique, the soft lighting making my skin glow. At nineteen, I’m fully aware of what I am: a filthy little exhibitionist slut who gets dripping wet the second she feels eyes on her body. The thrill of being watched, admired, wanted — it’s my addiction. Today, I dragged my best friend Sophie along for “lingerie shopping,” but we both know it’s really about me putting on a show.

I lay down on the icy table and he pulled the dress off in one go, leaving me only in my underwear. The panties I wore weren't sexy. It was normal, in black lycra. And it covered everything I needed. Of course I didn't imagine, when I left home, that I would end up having sex with Hector. Everything indicated that it was supposed to be a fight... And I think it could be. But only after our bodies are satiated. His hands reached my bare breasts since I had come braless. - I never get tired of admiring your body... Your beauty... - He circled the rosy areolas with his fingers.

I grabbed my cock and started stroking myself, making my breath hitch at the pleasure I was feeling. I pictured the way Tessa would slowly peeled her clothes, revealing her bare flesh, I imagined her soft lips wrapped around my cock sucking it slowly. My hand moved faster, chasing her moans I could almost hear, her voice echoed in my mind like a song. Then she sat on my lap, twerking on my painful erection slowly. "Ugh .fuck... Tessa go faster..." I was almost losing control when the door swung open. WHAT THE FUCK! My Secretary walked in slowly, swaying her hips. The red dress was scandalously short, every step she took was riding high enough to flash the lace of her panties.

A quick glance to make sure that his best piece was under lock and key and he was ready to go. “So where are the bad guys? Who should I spank? " They left the femme du jour while she was straightening her clothes and joined her colleagues. Across the street the spectacle was still the same, only that the girl's upper body was half bared. The strap of the dress had been pushed down over the shoulder. “A peep show? Why didn't you call me earlier? " Christian was his best friend, his brother, but at that moment Dareon would have liked to build one for him. The brush-brush was lucky that his anger was mainly directed at the young Hegedunen and ... that Xandra did the work for him.