Crossdressers Bareback Lust
The doorbell rang, but she barely noticed. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the lace of her bra. The anticipation was electric, making her hands tremble slightly. She had never done anything like this before—never even imagined it. But tonight, everything was different. Tonight, she was stepping into a new role, one that had been simmering beneath the surface for years.
“You look stunning,” a voice whispered from behind her, sending a shiver down her spine.
She turned to see him standing in the doorway, his eyes dark and intense. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline that hinted at the strength he possessed. His gaze raked over her body, lingering on the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts pushed up by the corset. She felt a flush of warmth spread through her, a mix of fear and exhilaration.
“Do I?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. It was strange, hearing herself sound so…feminine. But the high heels made walking an adventure, each step a challenge that only added to the thrill.
He stepped closer, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “You do. More than you know.”
His touch was electrifying, sending sparks through her body. She leaned into it, savouring the sensation. This was what she had craved for so long, the validation that she was more than just a man in a dress. She was someone else entirely.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
She nodded, though the fear was still there, gnawing at the edges of her confidence. But she couldn’t back out now. Not when she had come this far. Not when the desire burning inside her was so strong.
He led her by the hand to the bedroom, where the bed was covered in satin sheets that gleamed under the soft lighting. The room was dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere that made her pulse quicken. She climbed onto the bed, letting the silk glide over her skin as she lay down.
His eyes never left hers as he began to undress, revealing his muscular frame. Each piece of clothing he removed seemed to strip away another layer of their inhibitions, until they were both naked, vulnerable, and eager.
He knelt between her legs, his fingers gentle as they traced the outline of her folds. She gasped, arching her back as pleasure surged through her. It was overwhelming, the intensity of it. But she wanted more. She needed more.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I need your cock inside my ass.”
He didn’t hesitate. Reaching for the condom that lay discarded on the nightstand, he tore it open with his teeth. But instead of rolling it onto himself, he threw it aside, his eyes locking onto hers with a fierce determination.
“What are you doing?” she asked, panic rising in her throat.
“I need to be inside you, bare” he said, leaning down to kiss her deeply. The taste of him, the feel of his tongue against hers, it all drove away her fears. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were filled with a raw, primal hunger.
“Do you trust me?” he repeated, his voice deep and commanding.
She hesitated, her breath hitching in her chest. But then, slowly, she nodded. “Yes.”
He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock hard and throbbing against her slick folds. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the promise of what was to come. And she wanted it. Desperately.
With one swift motion, he thrust inside her, filling her completely. She cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure that made her head spin. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust, but it wasn’t long before he started moving, his strokes slow and deliberate.
Each thrust sent waves of ecstasy crashing through her, making her writhe and moan beneath him. She clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh as she lost herself in the sensation. It was addicting, the way he slid her, the way he claimed her.
“Harder,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please, harder.”
He obliged, picking up the pace until the bed creaked and moaned with their movement. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein as he pistoned in and out of her. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, her body vibrating with it.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice ragged with exertion.
She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. There was something in his eyes, something wild and possessive that made her heart race. She wasn’t just being fucked. She was being taken. Consumed. And it was glorious.
“That’s it,” he growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Take it like the sissy you are.”
The word sent a shockwave through her, igniting a fire deep within her core. She loved it. Loved how he saw her, how he acknowledged her true self. She was no longer hiding. She was reveling in it.
“Yes!” she screamed, her ass tightening around his cock. “Yes, I’m yours!”
He grunted, his movements faltering as he buried himself deep inside her. She felt the heat of his release, the pulsing pressure as he emptied his cum into her. It was intoxicating, the power of it. The sheer intensity of their connection.
As he collapsed beside her, breathless and sweat-soaked, she lay there, trembling with the aftermath of their passion. The ooze of cum slowly dripping out of her ass. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations, but one thing was clear.
This was just the beginning.
