Sexy Crossdressing Stories Novels & Stories

I heard his zipper, then felt the thick, hot head of his bare cock pressing against my hole. "No condom?" I choked out. "Bareback, Alex. I want to feel every inch of this virgin ass." He pushed forward, not slow. The head popped in and I groaned loud, the burn intense. "Too big…slow down…" "Take it." He gripped my hips hard and drove deeper, inch by thick inch, stretching me wide open. "Fuck, you're tight. Gripping me like you were made for this." I clawed at the couch cushions, moaning helplessly as he bottomed out. His heavy balls pressed against me. The fullness was overwhelming, hot, throbbing, raw.

"Okay, that was pretty freaky. What would be some of the other strange things you've done?" "I seduced a sales clerk in the changing room of a Department Store. I sucked Master's cock under the table at a restaurant. I've been auctioned off to the winners of poker games, and I've walked a part of the Pacific Crest Trail nude, fucking two complete strangers we met on the trail." "Is there anything you haven't done?" "Lots of things I haven't done. People can get pretty damn strange when it comes to sex. Some people derive sexual pleasure from having pieces of their bodies cut off."

I whispered, my breath hot against his neck. "Right here," Dax growled. He reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing himself. He was huge, pulsing with a secret craving that made my head spin. He didn't use a condom. He grabbed my hips with his rough, scarred hands and lifted me up, then slowly lowered me down onto him.

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

⚠️ Trigger Warning This story contains explicit sexual content, including themes of forced feminization, BDSM, humiliation, sissification, pegging, cum play, and dominance/submission dynamics. It is intended strictly for mature audiences (18+). Reader discretion is advised. “I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life,” Sasha whispered, her voice like velvet over a blade. Julian didn’t get the chance to respond. The click of heels sounded behind him, then the door opened—and everything shifted.

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

We were completely alone now, locked inside the same ring where he had just beaten a man half to death. Jax grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the fence. The metal dug into my back. His bloody mouth crashed against mine in a violent kiss. He tasted like copper and raw hunger. “Strip,” he growled against my lips. “I want you naked in my cage.” I yanked my clothes off fast, tossing them outside the fence. My cock was already rock hard, leaking steadily. Jax shoved his shorts down. His thick cock sprang free, heavy and angry, the head dark and shiny.

Ryan groaned deep in his chest as his other hand pushed her legs apart as he groped for his c**k. Jessica fought with all her might but it was useless. Completely useless as he began rubbing her p***y with his bulging c**k before he quickly pushed inside of her. Her body jerked and spasmed as his c**k slipped inside of her so easily. She felt herself responding and Mr. Ryan looked down at her knowingly, a smile crossing his handsome face.

I have to swallow to keep the drool from running down the side my chin. Her long legs go on for a mile, and end with killer white heels strapped around her ankles. She looks like a cross between a gladiator and a Victoria’s Secret Angel. My cock is so hard, I feel the seams of my slacks stretching, barely able to contain it. I don’t have any more room for it to go, so I adjust it, letting its solid weight run down my thigh. I rub it there while looking at her, up and down, teasing myself with what’s in front of me.

Jacob let out a breathy laugh, his dark eyes locked on her. "Condom?" she asked, arching a brow. “Trousers," he replied, holding in a strangled moan. Reaching for his discarded trousers, she pulled out a condom from his wallet and rolled it onto him with care. She climbed back into position, her legs bracketing his hips as she prepared to take control. His hands gripped her waist tightly as she lowered herself onto him, inch by inch, her body stretching to accommodate him. It had been a long time, and the tightness was uncomfortable, but it was mixed with a delicious pleasure that made her shiver. "You feel so good," she breathed, her voice trembling with need. Jacob responded with a sharp s