Thick Femboy Novels & Stories

"No... Please... Let me go..." I raised my chin and stood on tiptoe, squeezing out a groan from my throat as I struggled one last time. The man seemed to grow more excited at that. He ripped my thong without any hesitation. I was doomed. Feeling the heat behind me, I closed my eyes in resignation and raised my hips obediently. I could only hope that he would not hurt me again after he found his release. Just then, a burst of laughter came from outside the alley—a few young men were chattering as they walked toward the alley.

“With what? Told you we will talk.” “Not that and don’t bullshit me bitch. What’s up with the guy at Trust?” “He is a guy I know from somewhere.” “Doesn’t feel like so. Have you two banged?” “Tomboy got smashed?” Tim grins propping his elbows on the counter. “Just shut up Tim. This is a girl’s talk.” “Frankie shouldn’t be counted as a girl. She is a tomboy. Where is your cap by the way? Must admit you look good this way. You have great hair.”

I’m Jasmine, a 19-year-old femboy, and this is the story of how I became Ren’s submissive plaything. It all started when Ren and I met online, bonding over our shared interests in BDSM and strap-on play. We clicked instantly, and before long, we were planning to meet up and take our virtual fantasies to the real world.

Jim: "Mom, I AM more man than that wimp you call a husband, aren't I?" Sue: [Taking hold of his gigantic organ and his swollen testes, squeezing one and hefting the other to gauge its pendulous weight.] "Sweetheart, you are MUCH more man than that sissy. Your ten inch babymaker is so huge, so strong, and so virile. It's at least three times the length and volume of that spineless husband of mine. I am your slave; I will do anything for you. I must have you...I need that cock inside of me, touching me where your father never did, never could."

I need to do something to curb my perverted thoughts about my best friend’s child. It’s been too long since I have taken anyone to my bed. I’m not sure sleeping with anyone else would curb the throbbing desire I have. I need to take things slowly. Aubrey is young and new in town. Aubrey is my employee and best friend’s femboy of a son. Aubrey doesn’t like strangers realizing she’s a boy and I will keep it a secret. She prefers dressing like a cute girl and that is fine with me. I like feminine guys. I always have. When I first saw Jack in the tree I teased him because he was cute and I was hoping he’d be submissive and feminine because I had heard many fox shifters are. He’s not.

Until I got one hot email. The message was from a guy named Thick. As he described himself, he was: 36 and 6'1 225, with an 8" THICK black cock. And it was beautiful, just the biggest thick piece of meat I'd ever seen. I knew from the moment I saw that monster I had to have it in my mouth. His message described how he liked my tight ass, and desire for young white boys to hook up with. There was a certain turn-on with the way spoke, or wrote with a commanding tone. He was dominant and I wanted to submit.

Ava, a tomboy, who created trouble at the college, her grades were bad and teachers were tired of her. But she had rich parents so no one dared to stop her from doing anything wrong. She had a bold personality but her rich family had nothing to do with the fact that everyone was afraid of her. She had her gang and they went around bullying others at the campus. She once saved, a nerd, Grace from being bullied because she was the only one who could do so. She was interested in that mysterious quiet girl and expressed her interest by bullying her.

he said. His buddies flanked him; one was a dark-haired Latino with a goatee-moustache combo and thighs thick like tree trunks, his uncut dick curving slightly upwards with a heavy foreskin that hooded the cap. The other, a ginger with freckles on his cheeks and across his chest, his lumbering slab of meat straight as a pole and already throbbing so hard it bounced off his happy trail as he gave it a slight tug.

I demanded. "Clearly and you nearly ruined it for me with your feminine voice." He said to me, No. Do not listen to this crazy fellow. I can assure everyone that my voice was actually thick enough to command respect. He just wanted to make me feel bad. Trying to prickle me so that I would give off a reaction of sorts and maybe soil my name. Good move, brother. "I don't have a feminine voice. My voice is as thick as thieves." I responded. He chuckled.

He whisper shout to himself. He climbed out of the bed and strolled into the bathroom, he stood staring at himself in the mirror, his ruffled hair, his hazel eyes, his thin pink lips and his strong jaw, he is a fine man and a fine man like him falls for a woman. Christ, he can't waste all these manly goodness to sucking a man's prick, "yuck" he shuddered in disgust. Yep, that's right, he is a straight man, see, even the thought of sucking a man is disgusting. If he is a gay, will it be disgusting? Of course not.