Erotic Fetish stories
A large collection of fetisch short stories covering everything from pantyhoses to feet and more.
When the sound of the strap was no longer being heard coming from Lisa”s bedroom, Ruth knew her spanking was over…Suddenly she realized she was still sitting on the bed when she was clearly told to be in the proper position after removing her clothes, except for the short nightie he had ordered her to put on….She jumped up quickly and started for the desk Jim kept in their bedroom for office purposes, ..Before she could get herself in position over the desk the door opened and Jim walked in….He was not happy that she did not follow his orders…He said in a loud voice, “RUTH, I specifically instructed you on what to do and you deliberately disobeyed me”.
But it all melted away as I listened to Marie’s smoky voice and watched rapt as she languidly parted her thighs, cocked a leg against the back of the sofa and with a single finger drew the gusset of her knickers to one side, displaying herself to me. As I lapped at her, I pictured her on her knees, urine streaming down her tits, raining down onto some deep, opulent carpet, I imagined the kept woman, goading her lover on, encouraging him to fill her open mouth with his piss, and willingly swallowing it down. I settled down into the pleasantly wet, warm brown leather and enjoyed the view as Marie stood before me and slowly peeled the wettest of her garments, the tight little skirt, her knickers and the clingy wine-coloured top, off her voluptuous body and kicked them to one side.
"Fuck," I said, and then my mouth was on her tit, my lips sealed around the pink nipple, and I was sucking, pulling a spray of milk into my mouth, feeling the little jets hitting my tongue and the insides of my cheeks. "Suck on Momma's boobie, big guy." Her other hand went down to her crotch, and as I once more began sucking milk out of Kimberly's breast, I could sense from the jiggling motion of her body that she was playing with her pussy. My mind reeled, overwhelmed with sensations: the feeling of Kimberly's soft, pouty lips taking my cock head, the sight of her face, sprinkled with stray drops of milk, the warm cushion of her tits squeezing in on my cock through the slippery layer of milk...
Donna and Barbara were nice-looking young women, even if their style of dress was quite different, since the older daughter wore fashionable suits befitting her work in a high-powered office and the younger affected the anti-style of many college students. Donna had made quiet inquiries as to whether her mother might consider spanking the siblings separately, but Maureen rejoined that seeing each of the others get what was coming to them was a good inducement toward better behavior. For one thing, she felt that her aunt dressed "young" in an effort to appear more youthful than she was, and she almost wished she could figure out a way to get her mother to include Lynn, who actually was 34, ten years older than Donna, in the group being spanked as contrasted with being a happy witness to the festivities.
"Joan can be rather unforgiving when it comes to having her plans spoiled." I saw the look on Kate's face then said, "Sorry. "So I don't feel either young or pretty but thank you for saying that just the same, Cal. It means a lot coming from a guy who really is young and...well...someone who really is very good looking. "Especially if he was smart, funny, caring, loved my son, and was...really cute." Kate's voice trailed off as she said that and when I turned toward her and my eyes met hers she immediately looked away. Not just 3-4 years older but well...let me just say that you're exactly the kind of woman I would be searching for if I wasn't dating Joan." I paused again then said, "And after last night, that may not be for much longer."
"If you can get things started by playing with my feet, I'll definitely give you points for that," she told me. She didn't say anything, but then I grabbed her feet, and put my cock right in between them. Then she began moving her feet, letting my cock rub up against them. "Tell me you love me, and I'll make you cum a river right onto me," she said. "Cum on my feet, since you love them so much," she commanded. She kept rubbing her feet on my cock for about two seconds, and I let it all out. It mostly got onto her feet, but she loved that. I got down on my knees, and gave her right foot a brief lick.
Pushing her against the bathroom counter, we kissed again, her arms wrapped tightly around me, my small hands roaming over her breasts, twisting her nipples as I secretly delighted in her gasps. "Oh, please…" she gasped, hips pushing forwards as she pulled my face into her, and let me feed on her, my tongue finding its way inside of her dripping cunt. The following Christmas Kay and Cindy gave me a joint gift, a sexy little bikini like out fit to match my ears, complete with a tail and kitten paws for both my feet and hands, one that I wear proudly at those times when I am feeling my most kitteny!
I filled in these blanks; UHJ / 60 seconds submerged sex / Swimsuit (black silk one-piece) / swimming pool shared / one assistant / Comment: This is my first time -- go easy on me. The hostess said softly, "Let's see what you have here, starting off with an underwater hand job, that's nice, followed by a girl that will fuck you underwater for 1 minute without coming to the surface to breathe." At five seconds before the conclusion of the two-minute time limit, a huge eruption of bubbles broke the surface and the assistant that was swimming around in the pool over them dove down to tell the girl that she was done.
Here she was, in charge of Emily's sisters, both older than she, and her mother, at home, but at the office, she was afraid that her use of the ladies room might start the gossip mill turning with sordid discussion of whether and how much she farted in the stall and whether she did a large jobbie that plopped loudly into the bowl. "Marian," she quickly added, "lift your little skirt, pull down those panties, and hold yourself open down there so the ladies may see what your pussy looks like after a little time with us." "I certainly can't disagree with the logic of that," Emily responded with a wide grin, and proceeded to thank Deb, as did Karen, for the time and effort she had clearly expended on training Marian.
She was wearing a snug white T-shirt that outlined her upper body: hear breasts were nice C cups, just the way I like them. I lead her then into my living room, turned her around, and slowly and gently bumped into her, forcing her slowly backwards towards the large glass sliding door that gives out to my balcony. Once again, I let my hands do the walking over her body, slowly tracing her outlines. I started to caress her breasts with the palm of my hand, slightly teasing her nipples that are now erect. I took one nipple between my lips and started to pull them. Then I walked her to the door, gave her a final kiss, opened the door, turned her around and removed the blindfold and then closed the door behind her.
She cried but he didn't care, he held them like a vise and squeezed them until they were both painfully empty and she was breathing raggedly, begging him to stop; alternatively between declaring her innocence and desire only to take advantage of the unusually good weather and promising that she had learned her lesson. All the time he did this he held her naked form still, pressed up against his own fully clothed body, by massaging her firm round ass, squeezing it, kneading it like dough, slapping it, slipping his fingers between the cheeks to tease the hole to her anus and dig insistently into her tunnel.
Mr. Gibson plopped her onto his desk and continued to run his hands over her legs. She felt his hot, moist mouth through the hose as his tongue worked her toes just as if they were her clit. He wanted Marcy to get under his desk and give him a blow job during the meeting. Mr. Gibson stood and shook his hand, taking care to hide his throbbing cock pressing against his pants. She swallowed the full length of him, pulling back slowly, leaving just the tip of his cock in her mouth, running her tongue around the width. The two men were done with their meeting and out of instinct, Mr. Gibson rose to shake hands with Mr. Lewis.
Grinning, Madame Whitley rubbed Shane/Stacy the Sissy's head patronizingly as she watched the Black male slut suck her strap-on dildo with gusto. Madame Whitley grinned and gripped Shane/Stacy the Sissy's hips as she thrust her strap-on dildo into the Black male Sissy slut's backdoor. For ages Madame Whitley longed to not only completely dominate Shane Johnson, but the biracial dominatrix wanted to transform the macho Black male security guard into a Sissy, and not just any Sissy, her own personal bitch. Grinning, Madame Whitley unleashed a jet of bright yellow urine upon Shane/Stacy the Sissy's face, and the Black male slut happily drank it, delighted to taste his mistress sweet nectar.
Masu hopped off the table for a moment and poured a little more massage oil on the entire back of both legs, all the way to my feet. If only Masu had his eyesight, he would see my bared chest with two firm breasts, and my sheer panties showing my cunt, as well as my garter belt and dark nylon stockings. Now he switched to Swedish style again, pouring more massage oil on my stockings, then smoothly stroking my legs through the oil-covered sheer nylon material. Pouring a little more massage oil on my panties, he began to slowly slide his prick along my cunt through the sheer nylon material--up and down, up and down, pressing down more and more.
She spread the moist lips of her sex and slipped a finger inside, fucking herself, taunting me, teasing me, asking me how bad Her wanted it. "Her is turning her Mistress on and Her is making Mistress want her lover's big fat cock." My wife reached back. "God, I can't wait to feel your big fat cock in my pussy," she said, then put the dildo to my lips. Oh yes, her wants to cum so bad, but what would Her do to cum?" She said, letting go of my cock and rolling my swollen balls in her hand, while continuing to probe my arsehole.
Finally, she slipped one hand down around to cup he scrotum entirely and, when involuntarily raised his hips right away from the table top, she reached all the way beneath and allowed two fingers to grip the turgid base of his shaft. She went slowly at first, in short little strokes, and then increased the tempo and length of her slide until, finally, she moved so far forward that his cock suddenly slipped out of the wet prison of her panties. Quickly, and deftly, Kaylee slipped the folded panties off his cock head and then used her thumb and forefinger to point him against her tight little hole.
First I took their cocks in my mouth sucking their dicks down to the balls." I could feel my husbands tongue beginning to probe my hole. I continued my story "Then they laid me on the bed my mouth sucking ones cock while the other one stuck his long tongue deep in my pussy. I lit another cigarette before continuing "I was so turned on I told them they could use my pussy and ass at the same time." I could see my husband's dick was hard again as it plunged in Phoenix forcing his first load out all over his crotch. In that last month I fucked or sucked over a hundred guys and my hubbie especially loves when I let him clean the cum out of my pussy while I tell him about my adventures.
I moaned a displeased sound in his mouth, but he ignored it, pulling my bra down and pinching my nipples pressed against the kitchen counter, the heat from the boiling water blazing near my right hand as I braced myself against it. "'Let's go to your room," I suggested as Seth began sucking my tits in the exposed kitchen, his dad upstairs and mom in her home office around the corner, guaranteed to be coming back eventually. I held my hand against my mouth, trying to breath quietly and not make a sound as my pussy quivered around Seth's finger, my juices leaking on the bathroom counter.
After about 15 minutes of friendly introductions, the ladies settled into the living room and the men headed out to the kitchen. It did strike me as a bit unusual that it was the men working in the kitchen and the ladies lounging in the living room, but what the hell--it's not 1950 anymore. Sitting on the sofa was Debbie, sipping a white Russian and nonchalantly smoking a rather large cigar, as though it were the most normal thing in the world. Like I said, if you're a good boy, you'll be rewarded." She then blew cigar smoke in my face and laughed. Debbie just smiled again, took a deep drag, and blew some more cigar smoke in my face.
From the moment I saw it, I pictured Karen, naked, leaning over the rail, my hands clutching her breasts, thrusting deep from behind until she milked me dry, then stepping back into the room, dropping on the bed and continuing to play. My cock twitched with need, prompting Inge to pull off, snapping “You will not cum without my permission! Once off the balcony Dieter turned to Karen and kissed her deeply as his hands pressed against her breasts. She admired, close-up, the taut stretched skin of his shaft, the bulging veins, like a roadmap crisscrossing his cock, helping to maintain his rigidity, and, finally, the glistening drop of pre-cum weeping from his slit.
I watched her calves flex to stretch the last inch she needed and her feet arched out of her flip flops when she accomplished her goal, and turned to see me staring with my mouth open just a little more then I was comfortable about. Finally, taking control of her legs, I pressed them back flatting her tits with her knees and rolling on to her upper back, and flicked my tongue gently over her asshole. Taking a hold of her right ankle, I held it under my control, kissing her sole gently from her heal to her toes where I carefully sucked each one. I held her feet, one in each hand with my thumbs rubbing each sole as I ripped shot after shot of cum deep within her tiny cunt.
"So as a good mother-in-law," Kendall persisted, "I decided that even at 25, some girls still need good, old-fashioned toilet training." Elizabeth blushed deeply as she heard those words but she also felt her panties getting wet with uncontrollable excitement at the humiliation she was about to undergo. "Now, Beth," she said as she turned to Elizabeth, "stand up, lift your skirt, lower your panties, and then bend over and hold your bottom cheeks well apart." There were gasps from the ladies at this horridly embarrassing order but also a few whoops and cheers from the younger women who were as rich and spoiled as Kendall.
Leaning down towards her face, Alice slowly ran her tongue along Missa’s mouth, which parted with another moan as her hand found Missa’s clit and began to tease it gently. Smiling and giggling a bit, Alice captured Missa’s clit in between her teeth and began to tease it with her tongue as she gently rubbed her fingers and hand in Missa’s pussy juices seeping out of her. Alice gave up trying to keep her mouth on Missa’s clit, and used her other hand to brace her arm so she could continue to keep her fingers rubbing against Missa’s g-spot while Missa writhed on the bed; orgasming, screaming, and trembling.
She clasped it between her lips, took another puff, and announced, "Sure Bernice." Gus was uncharacteristically quiet, knowing that Debbie was aware of his bulge, and he certainly did not want Bernice to notice it. Bernice laughed as she took another drag from her cigar and said, "I'm having too much fun to leave Gus. We can stay." Debbie took a deep drag on her cigar and blew the smoke into Gus's face. This is the kind of spice that can make us the kind of couple we used to be." Bernice put her cigar to her lips and puffed a few times, then kissed me, releasing the smoke into my mouth. Bernice interrupted me and told me that she wanted Gus to watch me fuck her while she smoked her cigar.