Boys in Heels: Sissy Slut Breeding

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Groomed all her life to be a special girl, Val is ready to be sexually awakened, a project her father takes very seriously. Step by step, he shows her how to please a man, but when his need to breed drives him away, Val is willing to do anything—even lie—to make him happy.

Contains sissy slut, incest, gay breeding, alpha male, bareback, crossdresser, and initiation.

Excerpt:

Ever since I can remember, my mother dressed me up like a girl and we did all the typical little girl things like having tea parties, collecting dolls, and shopping for frilly dresses, usually in pink since it’s my favorite color in the whole world. For a long time, I assumed other families did this with their special girls. I mean I never asked anyone. Why would I? I thought it was normal. I didn’t even realize I was different from other little girls until I played doctor with a neighborhood boy. We moved shortly after that and I pushed the information to the back of my mind. I honestly never thought anything else about it until the day I came of age, the day everything changed…

“Now that your mother’s gone, Val, it’s up to me to teach you about the birds and the bees.”

“Oh, Daddy.” I playfully patted his beefy arm. “I know all about that.”

“You do?”

“Sure. When a boy loves a girl they get married and then they have babies.”

“But do you know how that happens?”

The romance novels my mother had allowed me to read never went into details on that part. There was just a lot of meaningful looks, hand holding, and passionate kisses. More than anything, I wanted a boy to kiss me passionately.

“Val?”

“Not exactly.” I squirmed in my baby doll dress. The short skirt showed off my long, coltish legs, especially since I could now wear heels. After a lot of practicing, I could move with grace and refinement, keeping my head up as if balancing a book on top. Mother had been so proud of me. It was the last thing she’d taught me before she passed on. “I read all those love stories but they never did go…” I struggled to put it delicately.

“Go over the mechanics.”

“Yes.” I blushed.

“That’s crude, I know. Your mother certainly would have done a better job with all of this, but, well, you’re stuck with me.” He offered me a strained smile. Despite his obvious embarrassment, he was determined to do his best for me, the way a good father should.

“You’re doing fine, Daddy.” I patted his arm. I didn’t want him to feel bad, not ever. “You’ve always been there for me. I trust you to help me with this.”

“Good.” Daddy’s smile softened and the tension eased from the lines around his mouth and eyes. “Let’s go down to the basement.”

Normally, I didn’t go down there. It wasn’t musty or anything, not since Daddy had spent untold weekends installing carpet and paneling and heavy wooden furniture. It’s just that the basement had always been called Dad’s man cave. He retreated there when he got overwhelmed by femininity, his code for needing a break from all the girly things I did with my mom.

Still, my lesson needed to be taught, so I followed Daddy down the thirteen steps, my heels clacking loudly against the wood.

“Oh, you moved some furniture around.” The last time I’d seen it, there wasn’t a big bench thing or—“What in the world is that?”

“That’s, uh, we’ll get to that.”

“Okay.” I couldn’t help staring at it the strange rocking horse with a big stick rising up from the seat. Funny, though. The more I looked at it, the weirder I felt deep inside my stomach. Not like I was going to get sick, but almost like I had to pee.

“Your mother left some pretty detailed instructions on what she wanted and how she wanted you to be conditioned—educated, I mean. You know. About sex.”

Boys in Heels: Sissy Slut Boss

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Gary’s supervisor is an insufferable twerp. Nitpicking, micromanaging—basically, Sheldon is a nightmare’s nightmare. Since Gary needs the job, he has to keep his head down and his mouth shut, but when images of Sheldon crossdressing appear in Gary’s desk, he finally has the leverage he needs to make his sissy slut boss pay.

This novel contains sissy slut, crossdressing, blackmail, dominating the boss, alpha male, bareback, dirty talk, humiliation, degradation, and verbal alpha

Excerpt:

“I didn’t want it on the powder blue stationery.” Sheldon dropped the report on Gary’s desk. “I wanted it on the sky blue stationary.”

Gary didn’t see a difference between the two colors. He also didn’t have one clue why the color of the paper mattered when the important part was the report itself. But he didn’t say anything. Determined to keep his state of Zen even if it killed him, Gary rose, intent on putting sky blue paper in the printer.

Sheldon stepped back like a quivering puppy, giving Gary a wide berth.

Gary waited until he passed Sheldon before flashing a self-satisfied grin. Outside the office, Gary could twirl the little twerp like a baton and stomp his useless nads into the ground. But they were in the office, which meant Gary had to put up with Sheldon’s shit. Gary needed a roof over his head and food in his fridge. But if the nitpicking asshat got scared because Gary was bigger than him, that wasn’t Gary’s problem.

After inserting sky blue paper into the tray, Gary returned to his desk and pressed the print button.
While Sheldon watched him—arms crossed and foot tapping—from the doorway of his office, Gary retrieved the report from the printer then handed it to Sheldon.

“Finally.” Sheldon slammed the door in Gary’s face.

Mumbling his mantra—you need this job to pay your bills—softly under his breath, Gary returned to his desk. Since he couldn’t choke his boss with fistfuls of reports printed on a rainbow of colors, Gary turned to sweets, something he seemed to be doing more and more often. Chocolate didn’t make the situation one bit better, but it made dealing with it easier.

Gary yanked open the middle drawer. Instead of his stash of candy bars, he found a manila envelope with from a friend scrawled across the front.

A friend?

Gary didn’t have any friends since the divorce. He had bills and an ex and nothing going on between the sheets other than his own hand, which sucked. Well, no. His hand didn’t suck. If it did, he wouldn’t be so hungry for tight hole to fill.

Dubious, Gary opened the envelope.

Inside, he found six polaroid images. A woman in modest office attire smiled shyly at the camera. Gary peered at it for a long time, feeling a sense of familiarity. Did he know this woman? He flipped to the next image. The woman had removed her blazer, revealing an athletic figure. As the images went on, they became progressively more risqué until the final one—high heels, thigh-high stockings, and a matching bra, panty, and garter set—showed off a lithe body and a tight little ass that accelerated Gary from zero to two-twenty in a heartbeat. God, he could wreck that hole.

“Wait a second.” Recognition dawned. “Holy shit!”

Gary dropped the stack of images, staring down at them in such a state of shock he covered his mouth with his hand. He knew the woman. Or rather he should say he knew the man.

Gary picked up the pictures and cycled back through them. No doubt. The pictures were of his boss. As a man, Sheldon was barely passable, but as a woman…

Fuck.

Gary got hard and then sat there not sure how the fuck he felt about that. He’d just been thinking about kicking his boss’s ass and now he was thinking of fucking his boss’s ass. Maybe he’d just been jacking it for too long. Or maybe he was looking at this the wrong way. In his hands, he held a way to get back at his boss. He could make his boss do anything.

“I could make that asshole do fucking everything.”

Grinning, Gary leaned back in his chair and thumbed through the pictures again.

 

Boys in Heels: Sissy Husband Punished

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When her sissy husband fails to please her, Danella mercilessly shames and humiliates him. Determined to make him do as she commands, she devises a twisted punishment—she’ll have him put to a pack of dogs! Pleased with her triumph, Danella decides to take things one step further—she’ll have her husband surgically altered so that he can’t ever disobey her again.

Contains sissy slut, femdom, humiliation, dog sex, strap-on, chastity cage, electrostimulation, noncon, extreme body modification, and emasculation.

Excerpt:

“Come along, Sissy.” Danella snapped my leash. If I didn’t keep up, she’d do something horrible to me. Oh, who was I kidding? Even if I did keep up, even if I did do everything she demanded and more, she would still do horrible things to me.

And damn my soul to hell for craving her abuse.

Mincing in my ridiculous platform shoes, I struggled to pace her long-legged strides. In order to keep slack on my leash, I had to take two steps to every one of hers. Danella didn’t have the hindrance of a skin-tight latex dress or six-inch heels.

Danella nodded to the backseat of the car. “Get in.”

I struggled to fold my long legs into the backseat without flashing my bare bottom at the world.

“God, you are a worthless piece of shit. Can’t you do anything right?”

“I’m trying.”

She whacked my ass with her riding crop, making me jump. “Try harder, little dick.”

Finally, I got myself in the seat with my legs pressed together.

“Legs spread, whore.” She tapped my knees with the riding crop.

“But I—”

Danella yanked up my skirt and landed one painful blow to my caged cock. I would have howled, but a cry would only attract the attention of our neighbors. So far, none of them knew what my wife had done to me. Wanting to keep it that way, I gritted my teeth and screamed into my own closed mouth.

“You know I won’t tell you twice.”

This time when I sat up, I spread my legs as wide as they would go. Anyone looking at me would see my emasculated shame.

“Skirt up more. I want to see that cage in the review mirror.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Spreading my legs caused the purple latex dress to roll up past my hips to my waist. Ashamed, I also couldn’t fight a creeping excitement.

Danella slipped into the driver’s seat, reapplied her lipstick, and then angled the mirror so she could see my caged cock. She smiled triumphantly.

I wanted to ask where she was taking me, but I didn’t dare. Danella said I was on a need-to-know basis and, apparently, I didn’t need to know anything.

Danella drove from our neighborhood to the freeway.

When a big rig came alongside the car and the passenger leered down at me, I knew he could see everything. I wanted to yank my legs together, but Danella’s gaze was on me. One wrong move and getting looked at would be the least of my worries. Knowing my wife’s lust for abuse, she’d probably make me satisfy the passenger, the driver, and every single one of their friends. Forced to be on display seemed far better than another violent gangbang.

“He can see what a man you aren’t.”

Hot shame turned my face so red it had to glow.

“He’s laughing at your clit.”

I wanted to obey her and keep my legs apart, but instinctively I pulled them together.

“You dare to displease me?” Danella kept pace with the truck. “Now you show him or I will make this so much worse for you.”

I parted my legs, letting the slack-jawed yokel look his fill at my shame.

“This is why I punish you. You don’t obey me.”

“I tried. I really did, but—”

“Do you think I want to hear another one of your pathetic excuses?” She scoffed. “Much like your clit, your excuses fail to satisfy.”

“I’m sorry.” I hung my head.

“I’m going to do something I rarely do.”

I lifted my head, hoping she would remove my cage.

She had something else in mind. Something cruel, given the way her smile twisted into a vicious grin.

“I’m going to give you another chance to please me.”

“Thank you, Mistress. Thank you.”

“You won’t be thanking me when you find out what I want you to do.”

Boys in Heels: Sissy Slut Twist

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What starts out as a gift from one brother to another quickly takes a kinky turn when they get caught in the act. Instead of getting into trouble, the boys get the surprise of their life when their father joins in! With more twists and turns than a corkscrew, this secret sissy slut tale will leave you thoroughly satisfied. 

Caution this novel contains sissy slut, incest, father brother, brother brother, alpha male, sissy breeding, bareback, verbal alpha, power bottom, and dirty talk.

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Exhausted after a brutal basketball practice, Logan walked into his bedroom, not expecting to find a long-legged cheerleader bending over and checking her lipstick in the en-suite bathroom. Oblivious to him, she leaned over farther, lifting the back of her short pink skirt until he could see her lacy white panties. Fucking-A. He'd like to start at the tips of her toes—encased in curious platform shoes with gleaming pink straps—and work his way right up to the edge of her underwear. Once he got there, he'd—

"Like what you see?" She met his gaze in the mirror, smiling and flashing him a welcoming lift of her eyebrows.

Despite the low light, he did. "Yeah. Who are you?" There was something familiar about her but Logan couldn't put his finger on it. More lights would certainly help, but when he reached for the switch, she shook her head.

"We don't need that, do we?"

"I guess not." Logan dropped his backpack on his bed and looked around for Angel.

"Who are you looking for?"

"My brother."

"He's not here."

"Then how did you get in here?" Logan toed off his shoes then his socks. Whew! He needed a shower in the worst way.

"Angel let me in but then he left." She puckered up, making Logan think of her mouth around his cock, but then she pressed her lips against a tissue, blotting her lipstick.

"Angel and you…" Logan wasn't about to hit on some girl his brother liked. They'd been down that road before and swore they'd never go down it again.

"He left me here for you."

"He what?" Logan couldn't have heard that right.

"I said your brother left me here for you." She smiled again, making Logan's cock practically levitate the front of his shorts. Thank God she'd wanted to keep the lights dim or she'd see exactly what kind of an effect she had on him. Boner-ific came to mind.

"Why would my notoriously selfish brother do something that?" Logan believed if something seemed too good to be true it probably was. And this—a totally hot chick all buttery for his boner certainly fit that bill.

"To make up for last Sunday's game."

Logan should have started in that game but his brother had been late getting home. That started a chain reaction that meant their mom hadn't been able to get Logan to the game on time. Logan had spent the first quarter watching the other players from the bench. For the last week, Logan had been running extra drills as punishment—all for something that wasn't his fault.

"So you're a hooker?"

Instead of being offended, she laughed. "Did the shoes give it away?"

"Those." Logan pulled off his shirt and tossed it in the general direction of the hamper. "And the fact you've been bent over since I walked in."

"I like to fuck this way." She reached back and rubbed one long-nailed finger along her crack, pushing in the white panties until they showed off perfect globes of glory. "You ever fucked a girl in the ass?"

"Can't say that I have." Logan shimmied out of his shorts, his jock, and then tossed both toward the hamper. "You want me to shower first?"

"I like a sweaty man."

"Good." Logan checked his watch. "Because we've only got twenty minutes before my family starts coming home."

"I think we can work with that." She dimmed the lights in the bathroom even more.

"I think so too." Right now, Logan was so fucking turned on he didn't think he'd last more the three minutes—five tops. "Condoms?"

"Right there next to the lube."

"Great." In his excitement, he fumbled with the package.

"Here, let me." She pulled the condom out of the wrapper and then stuck it in her mouth.

"Uh…"

She knelt before him, grabbed the base of his cock, and then used her mouth to unroll the condom down his length. Whoa. Never had a girl do that to him. He felt the heat of her mouth but not the wet slickness. When she reached the end of his length, she looked up at him and swallowed.

"Fucking-A." It took everything he had not to blow his wad right in her heavily made-up face. Usually, Logan liked the natural look on girls, but this was no girl. This was a woman who'd been around the block more times than he'd had birthdays. Given what they were going to do, he found her slutty makeup entirely fitting.

"There we go." She rose up and turned right back around, offering up her ass. "Just lube up, cowboy."

"Yeah." Logan poured enough lube on his dick to fuck the entire cheerleading squad. "Pull your panties down."

"Sure." She pulled them down just enough to show him a snug little hole. Logan teased his lube-slicked finger around her puckered skin. She moaned, arched her back, and managed to spread her legs just a little farther apart.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah." Her smile was so bright against her pink lips it practically lit up the bathroom. "I like that a lot."

"I'll bet you do." Logan had tried to get girlfriends to go anal but they always refused. This girl seemed to love it. She wiggled and moaned and pushed herself backward onto his finger.

"Add another, baby. Don't be shy."

Logan slipped a second finger beside the first. He wanted to get his dick in there, but he feared blowing instantaneously if he did. Even running through all the sports stats he knew wasn't keeping his arousal in check.To keep things going, he added a third finger and watched her hump back like a cock hungry slut. Never in his life had Logan had any woman want him like this. Yeah, she might be a whore, but she wasn't faking her need for dick drilling.

Violated Virgin: Cop & Dog

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The last thing Sophia expected when she got pulled over was for Officer Beckett to reach deep into her mind and pull out a twisted fantasy. Soon, she finds herself bending over backward to please the man, his dog, and another female officer. By the time Sophia is allowed to leave, her life will never be the same.

This book contains taboo topics including bestiality, noncon, dog sex, nightstick, interracial, hardcore, breeding, virgin, strap-on, and lesbian. 

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“I need you to step out of the car, miss.”

“What’s wrong?” Sophia had already handed over her license and registration, both of which were fine. What more could Officer Beckett want?

“Are you refusing to obey a police order.” Officer Beckett didn’t really phrase it as a question. He made it sound almost like a dare.

“I’m just not sure why you pulled me over in the first place.”

“You swerved.”

“To avoid hitting a deer.”

“That may be, miss, but I still need you to step out of the car so I can administer a field sobriety test.”

“But I’ve never—” his glare cut her off. Sophia hadn’t ever even had enough booze to get tipsy, let alone drunk. Not only was she under the legal drinking age, but she thought alcohol tasted nasty. Worse, it made her friends behave like idiots. Still, if she refused, she might get in even more trouble.

Reluctant to escalate the situation, she unhooked her seatbelt and slid out of the Honda. Cold mountain air wrapped around her upper body and crawled up her skirt. Had she known she’d have to brave nighttime temperatures in the Colorado Rockies, she would have at least worn a sweater over her party dress. Too late to get one now.

Officer Beckett gave her three tests, which she passed with ease, even the one-leg stand test. Clearly, any woman who could balance in sky-high heels wasn’t drunk.

But her displays of balance and cognitive awareness still weren’t good enough.

“Just one more test.” Officer Beckett went to the back of his squad car. “Come on, Saxon. Time to get to work.”

A powerful looking German Shepherd emerged from the back of his squad car. Officer Beckett hooked a lead to the dog’s collar then walked back over to her.

“Stand here.” Officer Beckett kept her in his line of sight as he led Saxon around her car. The dog sniffed everywhere, but apparently he didn’t find whatever he was looking for. As he came around the back of the Honda, Sophia stepped aside, but the dog followed her.

“Hold still.” Officer Beckett’s tone brooked no argument.

The scar on her arm, the one from the attack by the Hernandez’s dog, started to itch. Ever since that day ten years ago, Sophia had been terrified of dogs.

“You seem a little nervous, miss.”

The closer the dog got to her, the harder she held her breath. “I don’t like dogs.”

“Aw, that’s too bad.” Officer Beckett tilted his hat back. “Because I think Saxon likes you.”

The dog sniffed around her shoes then lifted his head right up her skirt.

“Stop that.” Sophia stepped back but the dog followed her, growling louder with each step she took.

“Heel, Saxon.”

The dog ran to his side and sat down.

“Can I go now?”

“Not until the dog clears you.”

Sophia wanted to argue but thought if she did, she’d only delay herself further.

“Hold very still now, miss.” Officer Beckett took a step closer with the dog.

Just like before, the dog stuck his head up her skirt.

“What—what is he doing?”

“Just smelling your pussy.”

“What?” Clearly, she’d misheard the man.

“He’s just making sure you don’t have any drugs in your underwear.”

“I don’t.” Sophia clenched her eyes closed and pulled her arms in tight against her body.

“Then you don’t have anything to worry about.”

Sophia held her breath as the dog sniffed her crotch. “This is making me very uncomfortable.”

“Can’t be all that bad,” Officer Beckett said, his voice sounding closer than before. “Your nipples are tight.”

“It’s cold,” Sophia defended before she realized what the officer said and what his dog was doing were completely inappropriate. Before she could say anything, she felt something rubbing against her nipples. When she opened her eyes, she discovered Officer Beckett fondling her with his nightstick.

“Must be real cold.”

“Stop it.”

“Are you refusing to follow another order?” This time he spoke with a singsong voice that sent even more chills down her spine. “I don’t like uppity little girls who think they have some kind of right to speed along these twisting mountain roads.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Shut the fuck up.” Using his baton, Officer Beckett parted the V-neck of her dress. Cold, hard plastic tightened her nipples to the point they almost hurt. “Look at those sweet tits.”

Sissy Slut Caught

When he came home early with a splitting headache, the last thing Roman York thought he’d find was his girlfriend’s son parading around in lingerie. Caught, Kenny tries to pass his outfit off as a silly goof, but Roman isn’t buying it. Determined to make Kenny accept the truth, Roman shows him exactly how an alpha male uses a boy in heels.

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