Cross-dressing sex (other adult novels)

Crossdressing

He took out a change of clothes from the bathroom and felt that the clothes in his hand were a little different. He spread them out casually. It was a black miniskirt. Except for the first layer, the rest was made of layers of black lace gauze, a typical lolita style.

He looked at me with a wink and said with a smile, "Are you wearing women's clothes today?"

I have been a cross-dresser for a long time. When we first met, we were both wearing suits and signing contracts with each other's companies. But the second time, I met him by chance when I was traveling in women's clothes. He mistook me for his sister and pursued me madly. I couldn't resist the guilt and confessed to him, but he loved me deeply and ignored my gender.

Actually, it was me who turned him from straight to gay. I had heard from his friends about his previous girlfriends: rich ladies, actresses, dance doctors...all of them were gorgeous, otherworldly and charming. Compared with them, even though I am slightly inferior in appearance, I am inferior just because I am a man. However, he said that he loved my cute and naive nature, my sense of propriety in my love for mischief, and my unconsciously seductive postures, which made him completely fascinated. Moreover, when I was dressed as a man, I was handsome and elegant (I would only act like a spoiled child with him in private, and I was still a real boy in front of others), and when I was dressed as a woman, I was charming and attractive. He loved such a versatile beauty even more, so when I was in a good mood today, he was happy to help me dress.

He squatted in front of me with a white thong and put it on me. It was a small triangular piece of cloth with thin strings connected to the three ends that could be tied and fixed on both sides. He gently moved my penis and testicles so that they could be covered by the small piece of cloth, making it look like my private parts would be exposed if I moved a little more. The thin string went down, around the perineum to the lower back and was connected to a horizontal string that could be tied to the two lines in front on both sides of the waist. He moved the thin string across the crack of my buttocks, stroked my still hot and red anus with his fingers, and pressed the thin string towards it a few times. I angrily hit him a few times before he laughed and stopped.

While he was putting on my thong, I also took out the fake breasts made of silicone and covered them with a white lace bra. The fake breasts were exquisitely made. They were a gift that he had tailor-made for me. The color was the same as my skin color. The seams stuck to my skin because of their own slight stickiness. If you didn't look closely, they looked like real female breasts.

After I put on a cotton purple T-shirt with a gold-embossed pattern, he let me hold his shoulders to put on the lolita-style skirt.

I put a pearl and gold chain on my waist, tied a thin rope around my neck to make my Adam's apple less noticeable, hung the popular large beads on my shoulders, and then put on the seven-inch black high heels that looked like the sandals he gave me last time. The thin black straps wrapped around my white ankles gave me an erotic feel.

I stood up straight, smoothed my hair, and let my shoulder-length black hair hang loose without tying it up or decorating it. I turned around in front of him and asked him with a smile if it looked good.

His smile deepened and he asked me, "What do you think?" He took my hand and placed it on his lower body. Even through the towel, I could still feel that he was slightly hard.

I pushed him away with a "huh" sound, sat on the bed with my legs crossed, and waved at him, indicating to him that I would not help him to change his clothes. As long as I changed into women's clothes, my temper would become more spoiled, and all my movements would become more feminine. Even my current sitting posture is to support my body with one hand, with my waist and hips bent in a lazy manner.

He didn't mind. He took out the light gray cotton casual pants I prepared, matched them with a white T-shirt and a iron gray fine straight-striped suit jacket. He didn't use any hairspray and let his hair fall casually on his forehead. Compared with his usual combed-up hairstyle, he looked more childish. Overall, he looked like a handsome and elegant man.

He put his arms around my waist and let him support most of my weight. After all, I had just had sex and was going out wearing high-heeled shoes, which would inevitably cause pain in my thighs.

After driving for about ten minutes, we arrived at a famous European-style restaurant for dinner. I had made a reservation this morning. The waiter led us to a small compartment with silk hanging down to cover my crotch. I think I was very hungry. Occasionally, I would tiptoe and lift the edge of my trousers towards him opposite me while waiting for the next meal to be served. Most of the time, I ate in silence. The meals here were unique and delicious, and they satisfied my body after exercise. He looked at me like a greedy kitten eating one bite after another, smiling as if bathed in spring breeze. He just looked at me with loving eyes and did not disturb my happy time of eating.

When we were almost done with the meal, I suggested to him that there was a heartwarming and touching movie currently showing and we should go see it later. He smiled and tapped my forehead and said, "Another heartwarming and touching story? Aren't you afraid of crying miserably again?"

"I can't love you!" I said with a pout, but I looked like I was acting like a spoiled child.

The cinema was not far from here. After dinner, I took him to walk there. This was the downtown area, and the streets were crowded with people shopping and going home from get off work. He and I were both good-looking. The women frequently cast admiring glances at him, and the men were even more explicit, with obscene eyes as if they wanted to lick my entire body.

I didn't mind the glances from men and women, and was even a little proud of his handsomeness and my own beauty. However, he was not satisfied with the looks of those men. He held me tighter and glared back at me one by one. He felt helpless but unyielding towards my nature of attracting butterflies like a peacock.

When we arrived at the cinema, he brought me a small tube of popcorn and two cups of Coke, knowing that I would still be craving for food even after a meal. I had almost finished the popcorn when the movie started, and when the plot reached its climax, I began to sob. He took away the paper tube that I had pinched into shapeless pieces, handed me toilet paper, and held me closer, soothing me and smoothing my hair. I was glad that I was wearing women's clothes, otherwise it would be so hard for the man to pretend to be my companion and hold back his tears.

After the show, he quietly pulled me into the men's restroom and locked us in the least occupied handicapped room at the end. Because of its extra large space, two tall people like us didn't feel cramped when we entered.

I didn't wear any makeup, I just curled my long curly eyelashes to make them even curlier. My red lips were a natural result of being aroused. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes, and within a few seconds he sighed and pressed my hips towards his lower body.

I remembered he once said that the way I looked up at him with my big eyes was very seductive, so I did it unconsciously at this moment, and his sexual desire, which was still unsatisfied from the beginning, was aroused again. He pressed the hard lump between his legs against my lower abdomen, and said, "Shall we do it?" His tone sounded a little aggrieved, like a pitiful big dog.

"This way..." I said a little hesitantly, but in fact I had already tacitly agreed in my heart. Neither he nor I are reserved people. Once we are in love, we sometimes do it in the elevator, no matter whether there are surveillance cameras or not.

He couldn't help but put his big hand on my penis, and then he lifted my head, covered it with his soft lips, and eagerly kissed my tongue. He skillfully teased several sensitive areas in my mouth, and the kiss made me moan again. The two of them changed heads several times, and his fingers kept tracing my shape, and my urethra started to get wet again.

Soon he reached back and stroked my scrotum, rubbing it gently on the perineum. I moaned and fell on him with my legs softened. He applied more force, making me feel like he was about to poke out a woman's vagina and then invade me.

He got addicted to it and moved back, using the thin strap of my thong to lightly prick the entrance of my vagina. My penis grew bigger, and my thong was stretched so tight that juice flowed out, soaking the white fabric and turning it transparent.

He pressed the belt and his fingers into my body and began to move in and out with that rough touch. I groaned and hooked my right foot around his thigh, pushing myself further down his body. I restlessly pulled down his zipper and reached directly into his clothes to grab his erect penis and move it up and down.

The front of my intestines was itchy from his insertion, but the weight of the finger was not enough to satisfy me. Deep inside was infinite emptiness. I pressed his head down and kissed him deeper, stroking his hand very quickly, moaning, "Give it to me, give it to me, I want you to come in, fuck me, ah ah..."

He pulled my right leg wider apart, and the thin strap had been hooked on my buttocks, exposing the red anus without any hindrance. He raised his lower body and rushed straight into my body with Huang Long. I held back a high moan and hugged his thick back with my waist trembling. If he hadn't held me, I would have fallen down with only one foot supporting me in my high heels.

My waist was still shaking, his beast was still inserted deep inside, and the triangular cloth in front was soaked. It turned out that he forced out my semen the moment he inserted it, and a stream of hot liquid splashed on it. Now I was still in a trance in the pleasure of ejaculation.

When I came back to my senses, I saw him looking at me with a smile, as if he was laughing at me for not being able to control myself. My face immediately turned red. It was clearly me who asked him to penetrate me, but I unexpectedly orgasmed as soon as he did so. It was really embarrassing.

I panted and pounded him a few times with my waist softened. He kissed me deeply a few times. The hot iron swayed slowly inside my body. The penis, which had grown to 26 centimeters, withdrew a little and then rammed in again. Each stroke was stronger and faster than the last. My intestines had been opened up by him a few hours ago and were still wet and soft. His penis was not dry or difficult to move except that it was squeezed.

He moved his waist without feeling tired, and kept changing the angle to attack deeper. My legs were all on his waist, and his strong arms held me and sent me to his big treasure frequently. In my daze, I was still somewhat aware of where I was - a toilet cubicle, and our clothes were not removed, and the short skirts covered the connected lower bodies. This was simply a pair of impatient men and women who could not help but have crazy intercourse outside. When I thought like this, my body became more sensitive, and my intestines uncontrollably twisted around him, letting him drag me out and then stuff me in. I kissed him tightly for fear that I would make a sound and attract others to come in to investigate.

When he thrusted a hundred times, he started to push against my front line (he said that he would feel very good this way), I struggled and whispered in his ear, my voice had already begun to sob, he replied with a rare evil tone: "Don't you love me to push against you here?"

"I will ejaculate too quickly..." I sniffed and said, "I don't want to..."

He let go of my legs, and it was a little difficult to withdraw his penis while it was hard. I felt like my internal organs were being forcibly pulled out. I held him tightly with my fingers, and waited for his glans to be pulled out. Both of us were sweating profusely.

He led me to turn around and lie on the wall, with my right foot on the raised toilet lid, my buttocks sticking out, looking like I was ready to be picked.

He lifted up my skirt and lowered his head to start kissing my anus fiercely. His hand reached deep into his head and stroked my hard and wet penis. His soft tongue went in and out, and our two lips closed and kissed. I hummed and straightened my body, accepting his teasing.

His fingers joined the battle, he pried open two fingers and let in some saliva, then stretched out his hand and inserted three fingers and then poked and thrust again, his tongue turned to attack the red and swollen fold, licking it over and over again. The thong couldn't withstand the intensity of our previous actions, so one side of it loosened and hung on my left ankle. With his other hand, he rubbed and pinched my front part, swinging it up and down and left and right, letting the love juice splash onto the ground, toilet lid, and wall, and sometimes he rubbed my two testicles even harder with his scrotum.

I kept swaying, my body pressed against the wall, gasping for breath. He twisted his hands and pulled my inner wall, making me tremble wildly. He pulled out a little, making a little space. He couldn't stand the loneliness like a python and squeezed into the warm cave again. Before I could catch my breath during his pause, he pushed into me again like a storm.

I couldn't hold it anymore, really, even though he let me suck his finger, I couldn't help but make some "hmmmm" and "ahhh" sounds, forgetting that this was the toilet outside and that there was a large group of people watching a movie outside the toilet.

He lifted the clothes on my back, bit and kissed the skin on my back, pushed his waist and hips forward, and with his other hand grabbed my lewd and dripping penis and pressed it backwards. My intestinal wall tightened and loosened during these two or three hundred times, twisting when retreating and welcoming when advancing. My slender waist swayed a hundred times. His right leg also stepped on the lid and pushed my right leg open and placed it on his leg. After this change of body position, he began another wave of dense and long thrusts. His waist and hips were like a fast motor, shaking me backwards. My hands became weak, and he held me in his big hands and hung me on him, with my buttocks still holding his hot penis, as if I was sitting diagonally back on his right leg.

He unhooked my bra, reached under my fake breasts, and pulled my erect nipples hard, rubbing them and kneading them. My two small breasts were tortured until they swelled like fresh strawberries.

My intestines were ravaged by him, and my prostate was swollen and overflowing with pleasure. I wore high heels and hooked my toes. He thrust three shallow and one deep, five shallow and one deep, and nine shallow and one deep in a disordered manner. Each deep stroke reached the depths of my swollen and hot vagina, nailing me every time, pressing me to death. My tears flowed and I sobbed with pleasure. With each thrust, I felt his bravery more. One hundred, two hundred, three hundred... I couldn't count to the end. I straightened my upper body and kept saying that I was going to ejaculate, I was going to ejaculate. He stroked faster and my foreskin was pulled down and then up. In an instant, the opening of my vagina tightened, and the gate of my semen loosened, and the hot liquid spurted out. He pressed down my extremely swollen and trembling penis, and while soothing it with the rhythm of my ejaculation, he let my semen spill into the toilet bowl that he had lifted with his foot at some point. This posture was very similar to him holding my penis and serving me to pee. I cried and screamed with shame.

He used my semen to smear my shaft and rubbed his fingers on the urethra. The stickiness was so great that a white liquid line would be drawn when his fingers were a little away. He counted my urethra several times as if teasing me. I was very angry. I had already ejaculated twice since the beginning, and his big cock was still hard as hell inside me. I refused to give in and kept pushing my waist back. He was not paying attention and was pushed against the door. I grabbed the handrails on both sides for the disabled, and with my hips raised, I used my own vagina to fuck his penis. I moaned loudly and shouted in a low voice: "Cum, cum for me, I want your semen..."

He hummed and hugged my restless waist, making me not only thrust forward and backward but also sway up and down and left and right, using the intestinal wall inside my body to rub his well-shaped glans, and his penis with bulging blood vessels, and let him pound my sensitive areas from time to time like pounding medicine. His passion had already reached its peak since the kiss and thrusting at the beginning, and now I was raping him again. In less than thirty or forty strokes, he could no longer hold back his semen, and with a cry of "ah", he pushed deep into me and began to ejaculate with a sizzling sound. His glans hit me in waves, and his hot semen poured out in waves. I contracted the entrance of my vagina to agree, and my waist trembled wildly.

He thrust into me and ejaculated twenty or thirty times before his hard penis slowly subsided. We both took a breath and kissed a few more times. He began to pull out, and the large amount of hot liquid that had been ejaculated into my body came out. My heart was agitated and my vagina tightened again. He looked at me in confusion, and I blushed and whispered, "I... I want more of your semen..." The words I said sounded like a greedy slut.

He laughed out loud, lowered his body, and thrust his hot thing back, his hands lowered and fiddling with something under my legs. I was sad and excited as he bent over and thrust his hips, and soon he straightened his body, lifted my body and pulled it out quickly. I screamed, and he immediately stuffed a foreign object into my hole. I was rubbed unconscious by him, hunched my shoulders and limp in front of him, and whispered, "You...what did you stuff in there...mmmm..."

He smiled without saying anything, kissed me a few times, wiped the wetness between my legs with toilet paper, straightened our messy clothes, unlocked the door and took me out. I was a mess and he led me to the sink to wash me up a little.

"Wait...wait..." I felt something was wrong, because my lower body was covered by nothing but my short skirt, and my thong flew off at my feet...

"You, you wouldn't take my...my..." I stammered and couldn't finish my words, but he smiled at me clearly and wanted to take me out after he was done.

The heels of my shoes made a few clacking sounds. I didn't want to go out like this. My skirt was very short and if I moved a little more or the wind blew harder, my lower body would definitely be exposed to everyone. He smiled even more and said, "I'll press it down. Look, I'm pressing it down. Don't worry." He demonstrated by putting his palm on my skirt and really pulled me out without waiting for my protest.

I opened my eyes, which were red after sexual intercourse, and my long legs in high heels tapped on the street. My heart was beating very fast, my cheeks were extremely red, and I bit my lower lip. I shrank in front of him, afraid of other people's gazes. I looked timid every time I raised my legs. The thong he stuffed into my body to block the hot liquid rubbed against the inner wall with every step. In addition, I was wearing seven-inch high heels, and I had to exert force with my legs with every step. The opening of my vagina was stretched tighter, and the friction of the fabric was more severe. My breathing became heavier, and I raised my eyes and glared at him, the culprit.

Seeing my aggrieved and resentful look, he reached under my skirt and touched me a few times in the crowd, covered by everyone. I was so angry that I hit him away and wanted to push him away and leave. Then he apologized repeatedly and grabbed me back into his arms. He relaxed his guard only after I got into the car. I was tired and drowsy in the car, and I didn't wake up until he stopped the car and took me home.

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Some of his semen was pulled out of my lower body, and the rest was absorbed by the cloth. He knew that I was sulking and didn't want to kiss him, so he lowered his head and took my nipples, which were swollen like small strawberries, into his mouth, sucking hard on both ends like a baby sucking milk.

The penis seemed to have calculated the target position, it touched the outside a few times, turned around and then came in. After staying still for a few minutes, he moved slowly again. He knew that I was tired and uncomfortable, so he stopped invading me frantically, and moved slowly and gently inside my body.

He then made me lie sideways and sat lightly on my left foot, with my right foot lifted high on his chest. As soon as his penis entered me, it was in a sideways position. He turned his waist and his penis, grinding and pounding it inside my body. My intestines were mixed with his semen and intestinal fluid, and they made a sizzling sound when rubbed by him. He also loved to hit my body under me with his heavy scrotum, and he would grind it a few times whenever he went deep. I began to spasm again because of him, and my intestines were tightly squeezing his beast.

The pearl and gold chain around my waist was swaying and shining with golden light. It hung on my waist, making my pink skin look very erotic. His hands were on my body, caressing my sweaty tender skin up and down, and I hummed comfortably.

I was in a daze, and he turned me over in a connected position. I screamed because his huge glans was rubbing against my body, hard, fierce and soul-stirring.

With an idea in mind, he lifted my hips and thrust a few times, shouting to me, "Hold on!" He supported his hands on my cheeks and raised his legs high, using only the penis inserted in my body to support his lower body. His weight was extremely heavy, and I cried out in pain, my legs trembling wildly. His penis did not enter me at all, and even his scrotum was almost pressed into my body.

He took advantage of the situation and used both hands to spin 360 degrees on my body like a windmill. I cried out, wondering where he saw this new trick. My insides were messed up by him. After he had turned two and a half circles, his head stopped at my feet, and he propped up his arms to do push-ups. This awkward position made his penis, which was originally tilted forward, press forward against my intestinal wall. I had the illusion that he was about to penetrate me and I cried out loudly. He pressed in and out up and down, rubbing my prostate hard. After a while, the seminal vesicle was forced to contract, and a small amount of semen was ejected. I was embarrassed and cried while spitting out the semen, complaining that he was torturing me to death.

His heart ached, and he turned around quickly, put down his legs, lifted up my soft waist, and quickly thrust in the usual position for fifty or sixty times before he ejaculated in me obediently. By then, I was already conscious and sobbing and fell asleep from exhaustion, allowing him to clean me after the lovemaking.

The next day, because of his torment yesterday, my nipples were swollen, my penis was red and swollen, and the anus behind me was even more miserable. It was open but couldn't close tightly. The sphincter was swollen to the point that even the wrinkles were stretched out and the whole thing was pouting like a flower. I lay on the bed with sore waist and thighs that I couldn't move at all, because the swollen areas were painful at the slightest friction, and I could only cover myself with a wet towel without any clothes. Fortunately, it was a hot July day, otherwise I would definitely catch a cold.

It happened to be a holiday here, and he stayed at home and let me do whatever I wanted. When I saw him enter the room with a tray, I glared at him, called him a beast, and turned away and ignored him. He said a few words of apology in a flattering manner, blamed himself for playing too hard, and said a few sweet words that he rarely said before I let him feed me obediently.

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