Erotic Fetish stories
A large collection of fetisch short stories covering everything from pantyhoses to feet and more.
Even as I was working on the aliens, and my burgeoning girl cock, I wondered who was writing what was happening to me. My girl cock quickly over took the cleft above where it emerged, the swelling shaft causing a small drift of fat in my mons as it spread upwards. The curve widened, her burgeoning member looking more like a club than penis until, with a feeling like trying to spread fingers in dough, a second cock split off from her first. The sensation was like trying to spread constrained fingers as my body complied with my words and a second clit-dick split off from the bottom of my first.
Sorry, I can't remember her name because we only met once and from the way she looked at my mother and me, I could tell she didn't like Black people. He's about seven and a half inches, which I think is a good size but Max watches a lot of porn movies featuring overly endowed Black porn stars like Tony Duncan, Lexington Steele, Brian Pumper and Mister Marcus. I was torn between gently making love to Max with my strap-on dildo since it was his first time getting pegged ( or fucked with a strap-on) or really slamming him because I kind of really wanted to hear him scream.
Very carefully I took the dish to the living room and knelt in front of miss Jennifer. I took it back to the kitchen and returned, assuming my kneeling position in front of miss Jennifer's feet. I assumed my kneeling position by miss Jennifer's feet. I knelt in front of miss Jennifer again, trying to ignore the giggles coming from the other women. Just as I was ready to kiss her feet, miss Michele stepped an inch away, laughing hysterically. Miss Michele stood still, while I made my last effort to reach her divine feet, stretching as much as I could, miss Jennifer still playing with the lace. Miss Jennifer took the two lace ends and passed them over my shoulders.
From a few words I managed to catch, Miss Kate was trying to convince Madame to transfer her money to this bank. - Madame's wish is to obey you until she comes back, Miss Kate. - I'm so sorry Miss Kate I said still kissing her shoe. And obeying Miss Kate, was Madame's wish. This must make Miss Kate feel powerful and confident, I thought, continually licking and kissing her divine feet. Tell me about my feet, she added, resting her right foot on my shoulder, while rubbing her left sole on my face. I'm so thrilled to be allowed to touch kiss and lick your divine feet, Miss Kate. The secretary came closer and looked at me while I was now licking Miss Kate's left sole.
I could never just come out and ask one of my buddies to fuck her so I started planting the idea in her head. With her tight little body she started getting the looks I was hoping for. Once I thought she was buzzed enough to bring up the subject I started telling her some of the things my buddies had said about her. On Friday evening when I got home from work I noticed she hadn't started supper so I figured we were going out to eat. I said so you are standing there with a freshly fucked pussy? Over time she took to fucking more and more guys, she was getting a cock every day of the week.
Don't look at me like that this is the first time this happened but I had a summer job at a clinic and they let me do this kind of stuff because I was bigger and stronger that the students." Mindy said, grabbing me firmly, sitting on the edge of the bed and after some feeling around everything was back to normal. "I think I am Mindy", Cindy replied as they both turned their hungry gaze towards me, their hands absently rubbing at their cocks and breasts, spreading the thickly oozing pre-cum over their bodies.
Gill, still on the couch as well, took her cue to help and waddled to Jelena's side and began to massage her tight skin, attempting to stretch it a bit before the next round of growth. Gerig looked drained, having fucked Jelena twice tonight, plus Baby and Gill, this was likely his last load of the evening. Gerig and Gill struggled to push her upward into a sitting position, and her tits slid away to rest happily on her perfectly round giant yoga ball sized belly, her breasts the size of two large watermelons, and her nipples the size of tea cups. A crowd grew around her, dozens of hands reaching out to rub her oily belly, lift her weighty tits, or tweak her nipples which stood erect like two baby carrots.
Megan dropped her bra on the floor, and as she was standing up straight, her full breasts connected with my neck and chin soon surrounding my entire head while I was still looking at her face mesmerized. She used one arm to hold her breasts together around my head and her other hand was firmly pressing my tiny body against her monstrous abs. Here tiny, feel how wet I am for you, my entire body is trembling for your touch" her eyes mere slits, lost in lust she placed my hand in her panties, she was scalding hot and her panties were completely drenched.
She kicked me lightly and scraped the bottom of her foot across my face then commanded me "now bitch, he didn't use a condom so I want you to suck all of his cum out of my vag and ass and swallow it; do a thorough job of it too, we can't have me getting pregnant" She then started laughing and said "It's funny that you're always so hard like that cuz your penis is mine, and I'm never gonna let you cum since you're a bitch not a real man" I gagged on it managing to choke it down little by little, but right as I was started to clear out some of the poop that covered my face, I felt myself drifting away as I had breathed in nearly three minutes.
Closing my eyes, sucking on the gag, I feel Her whip come down on my back and panty-clad ass over and over again. Taking another drag of Her smoke, She arose from Her seat and brought the gag down around my neck, "So slut boi, are you ready to finish your training for the day?" Nodding my head up and down, my cock became instantly hard imagining that I would be allowed inside Her. Bringing Her hand down to my throbbing cock, She whispered in my ear, "Thats the response I was looking for. Does my little sissy slut like Mistress' sweet pussy? Nodding yes, Mistress rose off my still hard, wet cock and walked out the door.
Meanwhile, Megan was screaming at the top of her immense lungs, her muscles pulsing, shaking from her orgasm, one arm violently rubbing her clitoris, while the other formed into a fist and was mercilessly breaking anything it came into contact with including furniture, the walls and even the floor. I didn't have time to think about that as Megan responded by picking me up as high as she could and then planting several forceful big wet kisses on my face she pressed me firmly into a bone-crushing hug that took all the air out of my body.
My wife noitced me looking at their legs and told me before we get started talking you had better go get the chastity cage she had laid out on her dresser. I did as I was told and my wife said I knew you where beganing to get hard from looking g at our legs. Not being a bit shy Beth took hold of my caged cock and snapped the lock closed. My wife told her that if she wanted to cuckold Walt she needed to learn to dress the part. My wife told Beth that Billy should be over soon and if she wanted to stay she could watch them fuck.
Hayley has Alan in her arms, cuddling him tightly against her breasts. “This is your Mummy Laura, smile for mummy, Holly Grace.” “You’re my pretty Holly Grace and Laura is another yummy mummy.” “Noisy plastic baby-panties, look so cute on Holly Grace. Laura introduces Nikki to their new sissy-baby. Hayley is delighted at the sound of her baby gulping milk from Nikki. Becky pulls Alan from Nikki’s breast, picking him up in her arms. Helen had gone to another room, having an interesting chat with Alan’s second cousin Emma-Jane. Baby Holly Grace stares awkwardly at Nanny Gross. “Ah Holly Grace, want my tits, out they pop babes, begging to be milked.” Becky takes Alan back to Hayley.
I'd like to say I was a more active participant in what happened next, but the fact of the matter, is that Richard skillfully used me as he pleasured me, his hungry mouth sucking at my little button and each of my pussy-lips in turn, his arms moving at the same time to effortlessly jack himself off between my still bra-clad breasts, his precum still seeping out to coat my white blouse in a nasty, nipple-revealing wetness. Richard swung his cock back and forth as he jacked it, shots flying wild over both my shoulders and head, then he was aimed at my tits, one huge shot after another coating them in such a thick layer of gooey gunt that my poor hooters visibly sagged from the sheer wait of it, like some strange bra-in-reverse of white cream has been slapped on by a mad tailor of fuck-fabric.
Two aluminum crutches were tucked under her arms, making her look vulnerable. I stopped, stared at these old fashioned devices, and wondered when I had last seen someone walking on crutches. I blinked and stared at her, feeling that I look like an idiot right now. “Yes, literally,” she said and crutched toward the intersection. She nodded sadly and slipped her crutches from under her arms. “The next building to the right,” she said and rewarded me with a broad smile. The old man that was standing beside the entrance held the door open for us and stared lewdly at the girl’s legs. Then I noticed that her other eye looked absolutely normal. “What’s the matter with you?” I asked feeling my heart speed up a bit.
Then she say something like "Okay asshole, you're gonna worship me and make me feel good...if you don't make me happy, I'm gonna beat the shit outta you." Usually she'd be on top of me in a classic pin and she'd rub her big knee and thigh against my face telling me to kiss and lick them while threatening me that she was going to beat me up very badly if I didn't follow her orders and do everything right. I'd basically fuck her with my mouth and tongue and she'd be grinding her hot drenched pussy hard into my face while I stroked her legs and sometimes her tits. Usually, once she calmed down, she'd tell me that she was a little hungry for cock and thirsty for cum.
Only this time, she didn’t hold her knees together so tightly, but instead let them widen slowly until she was sitting cross-legged with her raised skirt and a full view of her white panty-covered crotch. It only took a few seconds for me to recall the events of the evening, tugging at my shaft with fury and literally exploding as I thought of Nadia in her little white panties. I was breathing heavily from the shock of having been woken up so suddenly, but after a moment I calmed down - realizing that it was Nadia - and started to enjoy the sweet musky smell of her panties.
So, imagine the first time I had unboxed my newly shipped fursuit: By myself, I had an incredible evening of admiring, touching, and parading, with and without the suit, until I, understandable, reached the most incredible orgasm ever. I was going to a meet-and-greet drinks and dancing event where I was going to look out for Lily and Rocky, and hopefully, meet other interesting characters as well. Not thinking then about the good decision to wear a padded panty to protect my precious fursuit from such an event, I clenched the absorbent material between my legs, feeling the waves starting from my sacral chakra, rushing down to sweep over my root chakra low down.
I found myself fascinated by Fatou Nagombe, the young African who was so different from the Black girls that I grew up with. And unlike most of the young Black men living in the City of Ottawa, I had a lovely young African woman on my arm...while getting a top-notch education. While my buddies watched porn featuring Black guys like Brian Pumper and Mr. Marcus slamming big-booty women of all races, I watched another kind of porn. Fatou continued fucking me, pounding my ass until I felt like I was being split in half. Man, if I knew African ladies were anything like my dear Fatou Nagombe, I would have moved my ass to Ottawa a long time ago.
You feel the massive head begin to work its way inside, and you can only hold yourself open so far. Half way down the shaft your lips cling to the side, and roll inward. Still a little twinge of pain rushes through your body, but by the third, or fourth stroke, you're completely into it, and your juices are flowing. O, your pussy feels so good, I can't help but cum inside you. Your lips stretched so tight over my hand and then finally over the widest part, your body relaxes as your pussy closes around my wrist. You still squirm and pull at the sheets as the wide portion of my hand opens you back up.
Just remember, each one will get harder, just like your cute little nipples." I gasped as I felt her fingers squeezing one, twisting hard, pain radiating through my breast until she forced a sharp cry from my lips. I couldn’t tell if the newcomer was the one kissing my feet or my fingers, although I could guess by the way the hands on my breasts paused, they belonged to Kay. Doing my best to still my fear, I concentrated on her hands, arching my back as she gently pulled at my hard nipples, teasing them upwards, her lips eventually replacing her fingers. "No fair!" I’d meant to whisper the words, but instead, they came out with a gasp as I felt my legs being pushed apart while warm, wet kisses teased the insides of my thighs.
I know she had said all those things about keeping me locked up for a month with no orgasms, but I told myself this was only a temporary deal and she'd soon get bored and move on to something else. To me, it felt like I was wearing a huge sign that said, "COCK IN CAGE, PLEASE LOOK!" but in reality, nothing about my crotch stood out any more than it had before I was in chastity. "Tell me how much you like listening to his huge cock fuck me while you listen on the phone," she said, still lightly moving her fingers up and down the cage.
Karen had told Claire exactly how she and Jamie had punished Kathy when she had arrived on their doorstep and how she had been serving them since then, accepting the ignominy of being treated worse than a servant. "No, sweetie," Karen replied, "you have been learning just how you need to wipe, so you may pull up your panties and thank Aunt Claire for allowing you to use the potty. Claire gave this a moment's reflection and decided that if her nephew was seen by his wife as ready to join in their play, that was all right with her, and she so said that to Karen, who left to tell Jamie.
The Birthday Gift Your birthday party had been great fun. We'd met some friends in our Underwear? what? Then your eyes had lighted onto something in the pub and I knew! I knew what I could give you, that would make you smile, make you happy and That was a week ago, work had filled that gap, but finally the weekend had come round again. I had to go out Friday evening and then on Saturday to collect your birthday gift. At first you were annoyed that you were to be birthday present you had moaned I'd not given you on the day, made you evening passed by, the level dropped. You had never had a head for the As the meal ended, we had headed to bed to finish the DVD. I finally saw that the nectar I had brought, have its usual effect and you were asleep. Now was the time to reveal my gift to you. I crossed to your dressing table and from the bottom drawer removed the Velcro hand cuffs we often used in our games. Bondage had always been your gift to our love making and I knew I looked down at you asleep on the bed and smiled. You were going to be such a lucky girl. I unzipped your skirt and gently lifting your bottom of the quilt eased it down and past your legs. Then I unfastened your blouse and that to was soon draped over the chair. I knew you had worn stockings for me, as that your standards in underwear would be as high as they ever removed. I did however, for my own pleasure leave your hold ups in place. Then easing you into the centre of the bed, I placed one handcuff round your wrist and fastened it to the bed post. With in five minutes all your limbs were spread apart and fastened to the beds posts. I looked down at my darling girl, her shaven mound, her wonderful sensitive breasts and that mouth made for kissing and sucking. You would so enjoy the next few hours. I had to leave you for 5 minutes while I went to bring your present in from I undressed myself and then sat beside you naked on the bed. You mumbled kiss and then admission of my tongue into your mouth made your eyes flicker awake. The restraints stopped you from sitting up, a realisation that made you smile, and respond to my kisses. I sat back up and you smiled at me"you spoil your bad little girl" you said first I have your birthday gift for you" I stood, my semi erection drawing your eyes. "No" I laughed "its something better than that, something you pub, I could not bring you the item you spotted, but over the week I have rested a hand on the door handle. "What is it, please tell me?" you asked the realisation that what ever it was would be sexual and part of our "My darling whore, I have chosen one of your presents with great care and I hope it will offer you one of the best nights of your life" My hand started to turn the handle then I paused. "No, we need a little extra spice" I smiled as I walked to your chest of drawers. From there I removed a silk scarf I had brought you on our first holiday. You looked at the soft fabric and smiled, anticipating the care I had put into this evening. As I turned the door handle I looked back at my darling, bound spread eagle to our bed, your eyes masked under silk and your legs encased in silk. Your shaven mound and your erect nipples. My own reaction stirred, but tonight I opened the door and in the entrance stood a young girl. He age unknown blond hair that hung down to her shoulder blades, eyes that were alive with the offering before her, and the longest legs you could imagine. They to were encased in silk hold ups and her muscles accentuated by impossibly red high heels. Her slim body masked by a tight red dress, which plunged to I held one finger to my lips as I signalled her to silence. I could hear the sensations your pussy held. The wetness that was seeping from between those lips, where shaven flesh awaited its first soft touch. I took the hand of my gift and led her to the bed, the sound of silk legs rubbing giving you the first hint of what I had brought for you. I had spent the week seeking someone who was beautiful, bisexual and professional for your first time. The dearest gift I had yet brought you but one I knew The gift sat by your side and she smiled own at you, a smile you could not see or imagine through the silk blind fold. Her long red nails ran through your hair, and you lifted your head into the touch. Then she leant down, holding her hair back so the surprise would not be ruined by its soft touch. She ran her tongue along your lips, making them moist and glisten in her touch. Your lips parted at the kiss, and her tongue sank into your warm wet mouth. The kiss was at first gentle and your tongues explored each others touch. Then the power increased and you pressed your mouth into the kiss. I could sense your arousal as I sat at the dressing table, watching The kiss was broken as she looked down at your breasts. The nipples were erect as her red painted lips made first contact and sucked them in, the groaned as her hand traced soft circles over your shaven mound. I stood and walked unsteadily to stand beside the erotic scene before me. With my hand I stoked my own erection, being gentle so I did not spoil my time. With the other hand I slipped the scarf's knot free, and eased it of from you. Your eyes blinked open looked at me then it dawned. If I was stood looking at You raised your head and looked down, seeing the blonde hair held back, and the beautiful girl suckling on your breasts. I smiled. "Happy birthday my You had always wanted to sample the pleasures of a same sex love and had spent part of your birthday admiring the long legs of a red dressed blonde at the party. While my gift wasn't the girl you had seen she was as close The gift looked up, and seeing your unmasked eyes, moved her mouth back to yours. Her tongue reached for the tip of yours, which you pushed free from your own lips so you I could watch as they made contact in the space between you. Then you sucked her into your mouth and I saw you flex against The kiss was at first long, and tender. But the passion increased as your pussy was touched by those long nails. Your legs parted in reaction and I saw her fingers seek your lips. You had always moaned they were too big, but even you agreed they were all the more responsive for that. The kiss ended and my gift stood so I could undo her dresses zip. The red material cascaded to the floor, revealing impossibly pert and erect breasts, a slim She smiled own at you then climbed onto the bed, straddling you around the waist, her own wet pussy pressed against your tummy. She dipped a finger between her own legs and then teased it round your lips. Your lips parted and you sucked the wet finger in, tasting her honey on off her finger. Sampling your first taste of pussy and wondering if you would taste more The finger was withdrawn and this time dipped into your pool of juices. That was sucked into her mouth and she smiled. "I love the taste of virgin" she smiled down and dipped once more into your pussy. She leant down and suckled onto each of your nipples, gently biting them and stretching them to their full reach between her teeth, before sucking it into her mouth. I could see the lipstick marks around the nipple she neglected for the moment, as sucked hungrily on the other nipple. She lifted her head to kiss you fully once more. The kiss was broken as she lifted her pussy clear of your tummy the wetness making a bond with your skin. She raised it over and past your nipples. I could see your eyes fasten on the hair on her mound as the pussy was raised over your mouth. She held it a few inches clear, to afford your eyes their first sight of the wetness, before it was lowered down to with an inch. Your tongues tip tenderly touched her wet skin and caressed her lips. She lowered her self farther to allow you to suckle on her lips. To suck it into your mouth and to taste the fountain of her nectar. to lift as I sensed the orgasm that this experience was bringing you, one that was not even brought on by touch, but your virginity lost as a bi sexual girl. As you became a true whore and I wondered what would wait when my gift brought her tongue and her toys to your pussy. I wondered how you would respond to your birthday gift and the price I had paid. I had agreed that for this night you would truly become her whore. That you would offer your services, free of charge to both your new lover and her girl friends. A new life awaited you, one you had fantasised about and one that