Erotic Fetish stories
A large collection of fetisch short stories covering everything from pantyhoses to feet and more.
On one of our early-on dates, she wore a very tasteful black leather pencil skirt that fit to her ankles, a white silk blouse buttoned to the neck and black patent pumps with at least 5 inch heels and wide ankle straps… with tiny brass padlocks on them, holding her feet captive in her shoes. I chose my ultra tight fitting black leather Cod-Piece jeans, a black latex pull on Tee shirt top, my Marlon Brando style Harley Motorcycle jacket with studded shoulders and back, and custom made knee high lace up riding boots that have a 4 inch heel and a 1 inch platform. She leaned over to my side of the car, and with her mouth wide open, began to suck and lick my cock like a cherry lollipop.
Chris kissed her on the mouth firmly, and then untied the knot in her shirt, smiling as her breasts flopped out completely exposed; her wide pink areola crinkled a little as her nipples hardened in the air. Stepping back, Chris grinned at her, looking over her vulnerable body with its slightly pinkened large globes, "Now it's time to make things a little rough." his voice was filled with excited anticipation and she realized that torturing her oversized tits was possibly a bit of a fetish for him. Turning on the vibrator, Chris watched as her eyes popped when the pearls started teasing her pussy lips as the head of the penis swirled against her g-spot and the little rabbit's ears buzzed straight onto her clit.
As I stripped, Ryan pulled out his favorite ice cream. I looked up and saw Ryan walking towards me with the ice cream in one hand and a scooper in the other. Ryan then took the scooper and dipped it into the ice cream. Ryan walked over with the scoop of ice cream. "Cherry Vanilla, but you were close," Ryan said softly. He then placed the scooper with the ice cream on my neck and slowly moved it down. Ryan got another scoop of ice cream. The sweet flavor of ice cream turned Ryan on. Ryan placed the ice cream on the table along with a spoon. I sat at the table and ate the melted ice cream.
"No, Miss Heath," I managed to answer as I stood there, trying not to show the tell-tale motions of a girl who now was becoming close to desperation in my need. "Well," I answered, gaining confidence and feeling that the problem was under control at least for now if I tried to concentrate on the class discussion, "we do know from Joyce's letters that he had an inordinate interest in those kinds of things." The demure, severe-smiling teacher put her hand around my shoulder and letting her own auburn hair flip past my face, said very quietly, "Come with me so we can take care of your little problem."
I quickly pulled the suit on, trying to keep control of my erection, pushing my cock down to at least pretend that I wasn’t massively turned on by this moment. “Now slave, try to enjoy.” she said, standing in front me of me, slipping off my trunks she’d been wearing. “Now, deep breaths little slave.” she said as she came towards me, pulling the swimsuit away from my ass. I looked up at her wet pussy, she lent over me and pushed her hand down my chest over the swimsuit to my cock, she reached under the swimsuit and pulled it out, slowly moving her fingers around the head.
She didn't want to go home because she had messed up badly and had decided to confess the fact to her husband, Eric, before he had to ask about it. So, although she had brought this evening upon herself, first by having a nine hundred dollar bill on her secret credit card, money that she had spent buying virtual housing, food and clothing for her various games on the Net; and then by confessing her folly to Eric before he found out on his own, she felt sickened by the thought of the beating that he told her that she would receive at his hands. The longer hours at work meant that she didn't see her friends as much, but she still had those late nights to fill before Eric came home.
What would Mistress do, if she heard you moaning like a bitch in heat?” Chloe purred, as she ran warm, clear water over Victoria’s ass. Any minute now, Chloe would pull her tongue free and climb on the table, making Victoria eat her pussy. Chloe pulled the sex starved woman upright and positioned herself just the way she wanted, and then she yanked Victoria downward and pushed the woman’s face into her dripping cunt. She pulled Victoria off Athena’s foot; her pussy making a wet, sucking sound as it exited. Straddling Athena’s leg, Pandora pushed Victoria back down, burying the foot back into the younger woman’s dripping slit. When she stopped bucking, Pandora gently eased out of Victoria’s ass and pulled her off Athena’s foot.
Now that the jokes started I was having a good time and decided see what he thought of this next picture." I sent him another photo of Kacie sitting on the hot tub, with her feet in the water, legs apart, dressed only in her panties (a blue stain V-String), while she was topless. The shutter clicked a few more times, as I got Kacie to turn this way and that way, showing first her cleavage, then her panty-covered ass. Kacie looked at me with lust-filled eyes and asked if I was going to send this picture to Jason! When I said I plan to regardless if she didn’t want me to, biting her lower lip and hesitating, Kacie spread her legs wide, exposing her wet glistening pussy to the camera.
My left hand was still inside the house as I was leaning out useing it to hold my self , I flipped the light off and stepped back into the den just as she came to the door. She tossed her pocketbook on the couch and said if you want to eat a fresh fucked pussy get your ass in the bed room. I didn't want to tell her Keith is the only guy she fucks that smells like that. Well she was gone almost three hours , when she got home I said there aint no way you been fucking for three hours. She said lets just say I got fucked for two hours.
I took a short break, chatting with two of my favorite people here on Lush, my Mistress and Dancing Doll… coming clean about my state, discussing… well, perhaps those topics should be left to the imagination… then, it was time to let go of the last little vestiges of girl-hood, leave that 5% behind and transform into kitty girl –why do I suddenly hear dramatic movie music in my head? Well, she helped me dress, touching up my make-up, making sure my ears were on straight, and telling me what a pretty little kitty I was before sending me home to await my owner which is a story in and of itself, one I may or may not feel compelled to share.
I pull my nipples, milking hard enough to coax a few drops out, and rough enough to make me moan. His hands barely skate over my swollen breasts, nowhere near the pressure I need. I know his hands will burn and sting a bit, and God, I want that. Anywhere but my tits until with a hard thrust, he's all the way in and his hands finally find my aching breasts. He's so damn good at timing thrusts to pulls, milking me firmly, almost roughly as he fucks me. One broad hand leaves my now-empty tit, wet fingers trailing over my round stomach, finding my patch of hair, parting me.
Loads of laughing and giggling "Pass the drinks round" said the blonde, she was quite tall, shoulder length, straightened hair, slim with either B or C cup knockers "my name's Millie, that's Kat" she pointed to the cuddly one. I nearly leapt out my seat when I felt her fingers at my fly, "Start the watch Millie" she said as her hand found it's way past my zip and started rubbing my cock through my boxers. "He's wet through and rock hard" Beth told the others "Do you like the look of Kat's wet cunt ?" she rubbed my cock head as by now it had found it's way out my boxers.
I like to fuck Black men in the ass with my strap-on dildo. Apparently lots of men of all shades and a few women were eager to explore their submissive sides at the hands of a strong, dominant Black woman. I pumped my dildo into Charles ass, and the tough young brother screamed as I rear-ended him with my strap-on. After that explosive encounter with Charles, I've gone on a rampage looking for Black guys to fuck with my strap-on. Apparently, lots of Black guys dream of getting fucked in the ass by a strong Black woman wearing a strap-on dildo. Forty five minutes later, I left Dr. Theodore Morrison's office, after bending the good doctor over and stuffing his Black ass with my well-lubricated strap-on dildo.
We dressed again and I fitted the satin crotch strap I had worn with my old corset, Megan helping me to cinch it really tight, then kissed goodbye and I went downstairs, changed elevators, the went up to Stan's lofty perch on the top floor. Terri knelt down between my legs and it felt like a vacuum cleaner as she sucked all Stan's cum from my pussy. "You felt so wonderfully tight," said Stan, "The pressure of the corset certainly makes a difference." Several weeks after I started wearing my new corset I was sitting in bed, on Stan, his rigid cock implanted deeply within my love tunnel, watched by Gloria who was waiting to suck me dry once Stan came inside me.
Suddenly Susan found herself wondering just how it would feel to touch her best friends breasts and suckle her milk. In turn Tom had opened her nightgown and was busy feeling one of her large breasts while his lips pulled and sucked the milk from the other. Tom felt the changing of hands and moaned deeply into Susan’s milk spraying breast as Judy took hold of him. Finally all three were naked, Tom on his back, Susan kneeling alongside him and Judy, well, Judy’s leg were now on either side of his body her sex dripping her juices all over his erect manhood. Susan managed to move her friends body low enough to suckle from her still milk filled breasts while Tom could still get from hers.
Terry got even braver, he set the camera up on the end table set the timer and lied next to his s****r proudly displaying his thong covered face, and his panty wrapped cock as she snuggled against Jill. After getting up to grab his camera, he looked back at Jill who was sl**ping just a few feet from him, Terry continued to rub his hard cock with Jill’s pink panties as he drooled into the thong covering his face, over the sight of his s****r. He pulled her towards the side of the sofa, her legs apart as he moved in between, he rubbed his hard cock up and down her wet slit again, this time exposing only the tip of his dick while his shaft was still snuggled by Jill’s pink panties.
If you want it come and get it, I said, stroking my long and thick Black cock while looking at Amina, my gorgeous new wife. How can a guy like me be expected to survive in the City of Mogadishu, where the Somali people actually live according to the doctrines of Sharia Law? The difference between Somalis living in Somalia and the great diaspora found in Canada, America and the United Kingdom is like night and day. I've fucked a lot of men's asses and a handful of women's but Amina's asshole was in a class by itself. A Muslim woman who accepts me as a bisexual man and is willing to try all kinds of things in the bedroom to make me happy.
Karen kept her body bent enough so her breasts were at just the right height as she cupped and lifted them to my eager and waiting lips. Not only had she shown me her heavy drooping breasts, allowed me to touch and nurse them but now she was locking her lips around my heated turgid organ and letting her lips slide down its length. I was as hard and erect as I was going to get when Karen lifted her hips, found my organ and slid the tip inside her hot wet sex. Karen’s heavy breasts hung down from her chest and swayed as she moved her hips trying to regain my erection into her body.
I said I liked him and wanted to get to know him better. But like I said, I was shallow back then, and after a week of shit from my friends about Stephen's wrinkles and receding hairline, I'd started to wonder myself. I want to be your baby girl, your innocent, nasty little plaything, Daddy. Stephen tut-tutted before saying, "Daddy's little girl sure is excited. "Don't think for a minute that you can just walk around here pulling on your nipples or showing off your vagina any time you like, young lady. By the time I kneeled by the side of the bed, looking up at him and feeling goose bumps breaking out all over my skin, I felt like I'd run a mile.
We kissed again, then our lips stayed together and my hand found his hard cock as he stood up, lifted me into his arms, and carried me into my bedroom where he fucked me for nearly an hour and dumped a huge load deep in my willing and hungry pussy. John and I had made love 3 to 4 times a day and he had driven his massive schlong into all of my willing openings the entire week, but I was still thinking of more sex as my plane landed and I smoked a cigarette on the drive back to my place.
M keeps her left hand stroking the marks on her breasts, as her right hand slides over the rope marks on her thigh. “I would love that,” she replies, as she takes my hand and places it on her breast. M quickens the pace of her rocking, drives my hand harder to her pussy and answers, “Please Gil, right now!” I grab her wrist and kiss the back of her hand and ask her, “How does it feel?” When Brooke is back behind the counter, I slide my hand onto M’s right leg and undo the bottom two buttons of her dress. M replies in a nervous voice, “I hope you have a change of clothes for me, and a bucket and mop.” “What if I squirt, Gil?” she asks.
"Den, I plan to give her a chance to agree to my terms for living here, but when she resists, yes, I do intend to spank her if that proves to be what is needed to change her attitude," she said firmly, as his firm member again took her to new ecstatic heights, making further conversation somewhat difficult and not at all what Yvonne or Dennis wanted right then. Kathryn glanced at Lyle, furious at how much he clearly had enjoyed seeing her get spanked by her cool-looking young stepmother, and at Dennis, who clearly had abdicated his role as her father.
A son that not only was a sissy boy that did very dirty and naughty things while he still lived in my house, dirty things for our next door neighbor, but a naughty little boy that liked to dress up in his mother's underpants too. Tell me you'd like mama to touch your little dick with her hand. I start to stammer, talk softly so that only she can hear, feel my face flush bright red. I masturbated thinking of things she has done, heard through her bedroom door when she was with a boyfriend, seen through the heating grate in the floor from my basement vantage point when I still lived at home with her. Let's go get my little boy naked and start his first naughty inspection in front of his mother, shall we?"
3. Role Reversal The strap-on in place, your man submissively on all fours in front of you (always try this position first), you're able to see sex from an entirely different point of view. Over the next week, the final week before the Christmas holidays, I did a few things: I read more articles online including: 'If You Want a More Thoughtful and Considerate Boyfriend, Try Pegging Him', 'Everything You Need to Know About Pegging', 'I Pegged a Boy and I Liked It' and 'Pegging Tips: A Guide to Safe and Fun Pegging', just to name a few. "Oh yeah," I nodded, as I slyly squeezed his cock and gave a huge hint at my intentions, one I assumed he wouldn't remotely catch on to, "You're going to get the fuck of your life."