Erotic Fetish stories
A large collection of fetisch short stories covering everything from pantyhoses to feet and more.
I allowed him to tell me all about his foot fetish and how he loved nylon covered feet and the musky smell they emit after being trapped inside sexy shoes. He slowly knelt down in front of my desk when I shrugged, pointed to my nylon covered foot, and wiggled my toes, “Don’t be upset if that little cramped space smells like musky feet. With the toes of the heel pointing upward and hanging on his nose, I stretched the elastic headband around the shoe and his head until it was secured to the front of his face like a mask.
"No, I did not tell your Mom how much I liked your stories, specially the one where you fixed the librarians neck chain, I started to get hot and wet when I read that story, Gus." I loved looking into her eyes through her serious black ovals, It was at that time my sex reached the boiling point and I blew rope after rope of man sauce all over her glasses, beaded neck chains and fingers. Helen is dressed so nice, black lacy panties, bra and slip and those sparkling black ovals with the beaded neck chain make her look like a Librarian from the wild side.
“I don’t think I can climb these steps,” Jill said flatly. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” she said and retrieved her crutches as I was holding the door open for her. “A cast,” Jill said with a smile and made her way out of the elevator. “The way you walk scares me,” the girl said, sniffing pitifully, then added,” Are you going to walk like that all the time?” “Where is your mom, Erica?” Jill asked and headed to the door of her apartment. “When my Barbie doll broke her leg, daddy fixed it,” the little girl said proudly. “My leg was fixed too,” Jill said. “It doesn’t really look fixed,” Erica said distrustfully.
She looked down and laughted , she said I need to fix that then she pulled the legs ( what little there where) of the shorts up and her pussy lips all but showed on eather side . She got off and said soory I was so late I met three young guys at the store and they where trying to buy beer . The wise guy that offered to eat her said he'd ride the scooter back to their camp and my wife could ride in the cab of the truck. Once at their camp ( two tents) she said they iced the beer down and that one guy told her to pull her shorts diown so he could pay her of the favor.
Would you like to put your lips around my nipple and suck, as your hand squeezes my pussy mound, feeling the wetness through the cotton? Wet. Already, my juices are spreading, and I feel the sticky nectar beginning to seep through the white cotton. If you could see me now, you'd like how I'm writhing against my own fingers, hips beginning to raise, and the pink shadow of my hand sticking to the wet whiteness of my knickers. I want to feel the force of your eager face pushing a little fold of cotton between my sliding lips, to feel your hot breath mixing with my hot juice, and I need to push against you in urgent desire.
Greg and I were already totally enthralled with each other, so by the time we got to be alone together, in a way that we had no worries about anyone, especially parents, catching us, the intimacy started. The next day, after school, we did not have time for what we both so desperately wanted, but I knew I could suck him in his car. I’m not sure I totally understood, but the first time we did that I looked in my mirror; I loved seeing his cream on my face, slowly running down in various sized rivulets. As Gary was hustling them out, I stood up and began to wipe my face and chest, taking time to lick their deposits off my fingers before returning for more.
She knows I have a penchant for ladies’ feet and always pads around the house bare foot, wiggling and splaying her toes in the air, fondling her soles and arches, taunting me with her adorable little tootsies. Her right foot worked its way up slowly to the tip of my cock before caressing the gooey head in a circular motion with the pad of the big toe, smearing pre-cum, smudging the slippery substance all over my bulbous helmet-head. I clamped Beth’s soles to either side off my cock and manipulated her feet, moving them in a circular motion, the pads of her toes stroking my helmet, the heels rubbing the base of the shaft.
The beautiful white face suddenly sprouted two eyes with jet black pupils looking directly at him. As the market winds up late in the night, Ouan stands where the busker’s finger had pointed. Then the white statue approaches from the darkness, walking slowly, carry her top hand, heavy with coins and notes. The woman opens her thighs so that Ouan can soap down below, rubbing for the longest time. The chocolate statue remains standing still afterwards as Ouan finds tissues to wipe her rear and goes to dispose of the paper. Again the statue remains fixed in that welcoming pose all through his clumsy humping, her unseeing eyes open wide.
In the breakfast room she looked as if she had just risen from bed in a black, oversized, fuzzy knitted morning coat of the wrap-around kind – only held together at the waist with a matching belt - and added to that black high-heeled "fuck me" slippers and black fishnet stockings. And a couple of times when she reached for her coffee, her morning coat fell sufficiently open for me to get a glimpse of her naked breast and a brown, jutting nipple. As I studied the pictures of ripe and sexy mature women displaying their wares and having sex with men young enough to be their sons, I must admit that my thoughts frequently returned to the owner of the magazine.
Since I had discovered these books, the closest thing to pornography I had ever seen, I would often sneak one into a restroom located on that floor and go into a stall and whack off as I read about the foot fetishes chronicled in the case studies. I held onto the little foot, continuing to make love to it, but used my other hand to unzip my jeans, drag out my hard cock, and began to jerk right there in the aisle. She kept rubbing my cock with her feet but she said, "I am taking you for a little walk my boy." I held her little feet in my hands and gave her the best foot massage she had ever had, or so she told me later.
"Janine, eat Rachel's dirty fat hairy cunt NOW you fucking whore, take that butt plug out and munch her nasty hairy ass" George demanded, and he farted loudly again. "Yeah bitch, take that fart, sniff it, you like that you nasty hairy cunt ass eater?" He was out of control, lewd and free of inhibitions. "Yeah slut eat that whore's filthy fucking asshole, suck that ass hair, taste her farts. She's eating your nasty ass cunt, bitch, you like that don't you, she's eating that hairy bush, so give her a nice fart, she wants it!" "Oh yeah you nasty cunt, eat that shit of mine, eat that Rachel," George moaned, picking up the other half of his turd and rubbing it into Janine's hairy ass crack.
Like many men in this world, I work very hard to make a living. In her day job, Janice Brownstone has the power to affect and control the lives of thousands of people across the globe. I began rubbing the feathers up and down on Janice Brownstone's face. I moved the feathers from Janice Brownstone's face down to her neck, and she trembled under the gentleness, and viciousness, of their touch. Over the next few minutes, I patiently and thoroughly pushed each of the twelve-inch dildos into Janice Brownstone's holes. I pressed the little red button, and the super-sized dildos began to vibrate inside Janice's pussy and asshole. Janice Brownstone's eyes widened like saucers when she saw the whip.
“I have a bladder that can hold back more water than the Hoover dam.” Linda stared down at her red toe-peep shoes. It felt magical when I welcomed Linda home like the wife I wanted her to be. The natural musty perfume of her feet filtered into my nose, stirring my senses and making my cock rigid as I brought the shoe free from Linda’s foot. But like I said, after an hour I felt a huge burden had lifted.” Linda leaned back onto couch. I leaned forward and began worshipping Linda with my lips, kissing her outer ankle, before tasting the soft brown skin of her upper foot.
When I stand back up, she put the fingers into her mouth sucking them with a very sexy "Yummy." I am in such a daze from the horny feelings shooting through me and the two joints we smoked earlier; I forget about the men in the aisle, staring at our show. I look over to Katie and she is leaning back in her seat fingering her beautiful pussy and the light from the screen is making her juices glisten. A new guy comes over to me and sticks his cock in my mouth as the black monster continues to ruin my little white pussy through the hole.
However, the memories of what he had just done didn't stop him feeling horny and soon he was rubbing both his aunty's and his mom's panties up and down his cock and it didn't take much for him to ejaculate into one of them. Robbie went to bed first and having undressed put on a pair of his mom's cum stained panties and soon got hard again. Robbie immediately pulled the covers over his and slid aunty's panties under the cover and said, 'Yes, mom.' He heard his dad in the shower and his door opened and his mom came in and handed him a pair of her panties and said, 'Here have these, I put them on when dad got home, I think you'll love the smell.
“Here in my home, Caity knows to address me in the way she feels most comfortable.” Still stroking Caity’s shoulder with one hand, she lifted her other as though she going to allow Abbey to kiss it. When Caity called round, she seemed perfectly content, and wasn’t upset at all when Abbey apologised and explained that she didn’t have the time. They stood like this for several minutes, Caity intently concentrating on maintaining the erotic connection she felt, Abbey simply frozen in confusion. She tried not to think about the heat inside that room, or the libidinal look she feared Caity might have perceived in her own eyes. “My mind belongs to Mistress Sarah.” Abbey felt her mind spin with each word.
As his mouth kissed around nipple I lifted it for him to kiss, he broke away for a moment and when he came back down his cold lips wet from champagne enveloped my nipple and the feeling was like getting hit with an electric shock. I felt Marc's cock touch my lips again and I sucked the tip, and was rewarded with a final drop to savor. I sucked hard, and swallowed again and again, making him quiver with each pulse of my throat on the head of his cock, wanting to milk him, to take all of what he could give up to me and give him one last feeling of pleasure as his passion drained from him.
“This is wrong,” I mumbled, but the rest of my words went unsaid, because Monica’s fingers, short and pudgy compared to Cordelia’s sleek, elegant ones, entered my mouth and filled it completely, wiggling and touched, smearing my tangy nectar over my tongue without inhibitions. “This is very, very wrong, Miss Wilkins,” Cordelia’s whispered words from right next to my ear confirmed my earlier ones, and each touch of breath on my skin made me shiver. Cordelia’s right hand delved between her classmate’s legs with rough determination, and I watched with bated breath when she crooked two fingers and pushed them all the way into her kitten’s pussy.
I got down on my knees, and she put her feet in my face, massaging my face with her toes and toe balls a little before she stuck her left foot in my mouth. Like I said before, I could have sucked on those toes for hours, but when she put her legs behind my head and pulled my head towards her pussy, I didn’t mind at all. She bent her right knee and grabbed her foot with both hands, pulling it to her mouth so she could lick her own toes and put them in her mouth. She sucked fervently on her big toe, then licked and kissed her foot passionately, all the while staring into my eyes, her glasses fogging up.
She pays with a twenty dollar bill, takes her change, looks up at me with big smile and says, “See ya.” She turns and walks away. M sits back in her seat, waits a few seconds and replies, “Honestly, the first thing that popped into my mind, was that you look like an enforcer for the mob.” She blushes a bit, and laughs. Images of M naked and sprawled on a bed, with my tie wrapped around her wrists, gently stroking her belly, as she struggles with the urge to slide her hands in between her legs, flood my thoughts. Holding the rope in my right hand, I place my left on her hip and turn M, till her back is facing me.
From wealthy Canadian, American and even Arab and Asian businessmen right here in Toronto to guys from places like Latin America and Eastern Europe. A native of Riyadh City in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, Wahid moved to the Confederation of Canada a while back and dealt in textiles and rare, pricy rugs. Wahid hadn't been to his homeland of Saudi Arabia in more than ten years and absolutely loved life in Canada. I've dominated my share of Somali men and Arab men but the Saudi guy was unique. Too many cultures in the Arab world and in sub-Saharan Africa reinforce the myth of male power and treat women like shit.
I pushed the door wide open and the girl slid past me, entering the elevator. “What floor?” I asked, pulling the wooden grate closed. The elevator creaked , and then stopped between the fourth and the fifth floor. My feet took off the floor and everything before my eyes grew blurry. Then my eyes managed to discern a vague light spot, probably her shirt. I got hold of the heel of her shoe, which had stabbed my shoulder. “My ankle is a bit stiff, and it started aching a little,” she said. Moreover… my ankle hurts terribly, and it’s swollen I think.” I tore a strip from my shirt and started wrapping her ankle with it. “Are your legs adjusted?” I asked.
Riley quickly untied Melody's shoes, revealing her smooth, golden tan feet with the long toes, painted toenails, and wrinkled soles. Riley lifted Melody's big feet up by the arches and admired their curvy shapes, the smoothness of Melody's arches and the many wrinkles on her soles. Melody watched Riley's big dick as it was throbbing in pain while he sucked off her feet again this time including her smooth, crusty heels against his lips. Melody started sliding her feet down Riley's chest, wiggling the soft fabric of his shirt between her toes. Melody moved one of her feet down to Riley's balls and started wiggling her wet toes on them.
Without wasting a moment, Nicky quickly grabbed Lucy's wonderful braid of long hair with one hand and placed the other on her head. Now Nicky increased his grip on her braid and putting some pressure on her head with his other hand, he fucked Lucy's face. Without releasing his grip on her braid, he grabbed a handful of her on the crown of her head with his other hand and increased his speed two fold fucking her face violently. Then he released her nose and gave her ample time to breathe and then without warning, he increased his grip on her braid intensely and also grabbed a handful of her hair at the crown of her head and started thrusting his cock in her mouth, face fucking Lucy with a violent fury.