Erotic Fetish stories
A large collection of fetisch short stories covering everything from pantyhoses to feet and more.
"Slave Joan is coming over for a drink." Tracy was telling him as someone was knocking on the door. Usually it takes at least a week for a good toilet slave to do that." Joan said to him clapping her hands. "Tracy if you want you can try to push a small bit of shit in his mouth. He will have the aftertaste to help him get use to it." Joan said to Tracy as she was grabbing a second bottle of beer. You can look in his eyes as you use him and you feel his breath on your cunt." Joan answered Tracy. The good news is that they will spread the word about you lucky slave!" Joan told him as she was peeing in his mouth.
'Lean forward,' Mel said, and the twins helped Emma put on a long necklace with a light blue glass stone, which fell right between her pushed up breasts, making them even harder to miss now. Violet took a deep breath, stepped outside the dressing room and went to meet with John Smith. Violet let him, and when her body was pressed up against his, and she could feel the excitement building up in his groin area, she gave him yet another long, tender and very wet kiss, her forehead against his and her arm stump caressing John Smith's crotch. Violet laughed, and held her arm stump against John Smith's cheek. John Smith looked as though he was about to follow, but Violet held up her stump to stop him.
Steph had her eyes closed and in the heat of the moment I decided I could get away with touching her ass "sorry, got a bit of sunscreen on your shorts." "Sound great," I got up and faced away quickly, quickly walking over to where I left my cargo shorts and slipped them on, "I'd like that, I've lost my stamina being away from a pool." I pulled my t-shirt on and made for the gate. Steph pulled herself out of the pool the same way she did before, giving me a view of her pussy through her tight one piece while she sorted out her hair and took off her goggles.
But I'd be lying too if I didn't say I might like to get laid one last time before I become a living statue for the rest of my life--while I can still feel my body and enjoy it." I'd let guys wrap me in rubber suits with a tube to breathe through, and keep me tied up all day, and fuck me at their whim, but it wasn't what I really wanted." He snaked the four feeding tubes into the base and dipped one into the can of soup, another into the jar of baby food, another into a small jug of fresh water, and the fourth into the jug of grape juice.
The three judges were clearly still embarrassed, realizing that the others had seen these august personages bend over a humiliating punishment block better suited to a Victorian workhouse, lift their skirts and display their panties, and then lower those to receive several strokes of the cane from a uniformed Senior Correctional Officer. Eleanor somewhat regretted her hastiness to effectively sentencing her loving husband to three weeks of humiliating treatment for one moment of annoyance but she went back to her office and managed to summon up courage to confide in Janet, her boss and new friend.
I am happily married to Clifford Lalonde, a big and tall, handsome Black man originally from the City of Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Haiti. Clifford laughs at me and tells me that I don't have what it takes to dominate a strong Black man like him. It looks like this time my sweet Clifford is actually surprising me by holding on a bit longer than I thought he would. I pounded into his ass, loving the way the dildo's hilt rubbed against my pussy as I worked it into Clifford's asshole. Clifford lay there and took it as I thrust my dildo deep into his ass, loving the way his hard ass yielded to my powerful thrusts.
The strange thought urged him to look up at her face again. Oh, I’m so clumsy,’ she said and cradled her left arm in her lap, rubbing her wrist. ‘It wasn’t that bad after all,’ she said and reached out to take the shoe. For a brief moment he thought he had seen these cute little toes before, even though they were barely visible now, hidden under the black stocking. Thank you.’ She was about to turn on her heels and leave, when he mumbled, ‘I think we have seen each…’ ‘What?’ he asked, and then noticed that her left knee was bent with her foot barely touching the ground, unable to support her weight.
It was very exciting to me to have her describe how she had been fucked while I was sliding my small thin hard on in and out of her wet loosened hole. In time it had become the norm for me to come home on Friday after work to a freshly fucked wife. Some days she will have me clean her as soon as I get home and other times she will put on a pair of nylon panties to hold the cum inside her and we will go out to eat and a movie. I never knew that she had been having anal sex with her friends untill one evening while I was slurping up her pussy I noticed a small amount of cum leaking from her ass hole.
“You probably won’t be needing that for a while,” Shawn said, and he took the cup from me and placed it on the counter. Shawn lowered the left side of my underwear to expose the top of my butt (I wasn’t “exposed” in any way) and I felt him cleansing the area with alcohol. “Oh, I thought the doctor said something about taking my temperature again,” I replied - not wanting to use the word rectal in my answer. I thought I knew what was coming next, Shawn approaching me with a lubricated thermometer to take my rectal temperature, so I reached behind me and lowered my underwear to my knees.
After dating White women most of my adult life, I thought I would end up with one but I met Stacey during my last year of undergrad at Florida A & M University. When I turned eighteen, the day after my high school graduation from Saint Joseph Academy, I told my mom and pops that I am a Black man. Life wasn't easy for me as a biracial student on the mostly African American campus of Florida Agricultural and Mechanical University. I was bound for Law school and Stacey was heading for her fourth year of undergrad at F.A.M.U. Let me tell you, there is nothing in the world like a Black woman's body.
As delicious as she was, Houlihan didn’t want to actually touch her with his fingers or his body. Houlihan took his time moving the feather back and forth up those long, slender legs, once alternating back and forth between the tip and the pointy quill. She liked having her breasts touched, and she liked doing the private dances, and of course, the money was great … but those boys couldn’t get her to Georgetown. Still excited, she ran upstairs to her huge, pink and white bedroom, still looking very girlish, and got out a vibrator that made the little portable one she took with her on her special “dates” look like a pencil.
I was sitting on the exam table in just my underwear when the nurse came in to take my vital signs; nothing out of the ordinary ‑ pulse, respiration, and temperature. Although I had thought about having my temperature taken rectally, I fully expected to sit there with a thermometer in my mouth while my other vital signs were measured and recorded. Her reply was that it was much faster, it beat having to sit with a thermometer under your tongue for several minutes and nobody liked having their temperature taken rectally. She let go of her cheeks and lay across the table, her legs a bit spread, with a thermometer sticking out of her ass.
You have to understand that not having an orgasm for over a week doesn't sound like a long time, and I'm sure I've gone longer than that without wearing a chastity device. Under her watchful eye, I did as she said and managed to lock the device back onto my cock, which instantly tested the confines of the cage trying to get hard. "I think when I come over from now on, we should keep a little saucer under your cock to catch all that precum I know you drip everywhere, especially now after being locked up for two weeks. All the while, I was licking her feet and smelling her pantyhose, completely incapable of getting an erection, my cock aggressively pressing against its cage.
Two days after they had left I opened the separation door and went onto Natalie's balcony with my watering can. When I had finished I walked along the balcony and looked in through their windows as I am a curious person (actually I was hoping that maybe she might have left a pair of her panties in view). I want to fuck this girl so much, suck her pussy and lick her asshole but it's impossible; having her dirty panties is the next best thing. I took the little panties I had ejaculated in out of the laundry basket and pulled and rubbed them around until they were soft again, I put the thong back in too.
Sherry instructed the women that this is her "test dummy" She said "He can't see you, fyi" and they all laughed. "Can you breathe through that nose opening?" I said yes but I unzipped the mouth portion and said" Is it ok if I open this?" She said" I was hoping you would." She handed me her freebie dildo and I quickly screwed it on and laid there waiting for her to mount it. Without hesitation her asshole flexed around my nose it was so tight, she began to orgasm, and feverishly began pumping that cock as she came, her juices gushed out all over my face.
‘And I’m stroking my hard cock and thinking how hot it would be to fuck you doggie-style while my pal pisses in your open mouth.’ Letting go of her bosoms, Bev pulls her cunt wide open in time for Weasel to score a direct hit on her stiff little bud, triggering another mini orgasm before our twin jets finally run down to a dismal dribble. She is fingering her own wet pussy and in no time at all we’ve each reached the point of no return, Weasel filling her ass with his hot jism just as I pull out of her mouth and splash her tits with my full load.
“Yeah, that’s why I want you to do it, because the thought of you shaving, massaging and eating my smooth cunt, makes me cum harder.” She got the razor and things, laid them within reach and purred, “Shave your cock and balls.” “You bet, that way, when you are done with me, I can rub this smooth cock inside your bare skinned cunt.” “Ooooh that feels good, if you keep doing it like that I will cum before you're finished shaving me!” He looked up at her and exclaimed, “That’s good, and you know I’ll make you cum again when done.” She stopped sucking long enough to squeal, “Hell yes baby, I want you to fill my mouth with your sweet cum!"
She was dressed head to toe in black: black push up bra (and Janet was surprised at how big her breasts looked) black lace briefs that thankfully covered her stomach, black stockings, black jeans, and a black halter top. Janet was only really attracted to dark haired, dark eyed, Caucasian men, and Xavier had a intense, almost dangerous look. The paddle and feathers were out on the bed, and Xavier picked up the paddle and gently smacked Janet on her behind. “A few minutes of this, Janet, and then we'll bring out the feathers,” Xavier said. Janet stroked her fingers over Xavier's thighs, then gently stroked his testicles, and moved up to his penis, tracing circles around the head. Shortly thereafter, Xavier came, and Janet thought his climax felt like a heartbeat in the center of her.
What I had not considered, was that Liz was plotting and planning an elaborate week long sexual build up to a night of raw lust. Liz grabbed my hands and placed one on her tits and the other on the back of her head. Liz cuffed my left hand to the head board and grabbed something shiny. Removing the penis plug, Liz went back into the draw and pulled a cock ring out. As Liz climbed off of me a combination of our love juices flowed from her, all over the bed. She looked me up and down before heading to the shower, leaving me with the punishment of the cock ring still vibrating.
Darren wished he could have been able to reach up and grab that arse to hold her cunt over his face until he suffocated from her scent. ‘Oh…..mmmmm.’ Naomi bit her bottom lip as the pressure and explosive wave of euphoric pleasure spread throughout her body. She could tell by the lust crazed stare he gave her that he wanted to prove to her he was a better lay than the wicked device still buzzing away on his head. Yes!’ He cried, and she squeezed his member, pursing her lips together over the head of his cock to the point it hurt a little. Darren threw his head back; writhing in a mixture of pleasure and pain under the diligent administration of her furious hand fuck.
The once hot cum in the front of my panties is now cooling against the front of my crotch as I try my best to walk, still weak at the knees, down the street. I have a panty crotch full of cum here, which feels fucking horny I must say - cold, but horny!” I exclaim. “Well, if that didn’t work, Humph, then I am going to have to go to a little bit further to sort you out because I want you hot and ready when we get back to yours,” Emmy says with a hint of wryness. We just hold each other in a strong embrace the entire time Emmy is pissing through her panties onto my already wet and messy crotch, enjoying the taboo nature of what we are doing.
My wife has become the perfect Dominatrix and both of us 'house boys' are completely addicted to the way she keeps and treats us. Don't think that I don't know you've tried to talk her out of having me as her full-time lover, her live-in slave. You know I did, Ma'am.' He moans softly as she does what she loves to do with her sex toy slave boy. Now tell me what bothers you, other than the fact that I fuck your boss, have a beautiful twenty-something insatiable sex slave in our house regularly, and keep your little dick locked up tight." Think about the way I treat you, what I fucking give to you, wouldn't you be masturbating a hundred times a day if you could?
Moaning and reaching for his thighs with her hands, Alice slowly dragged her nails up Aidan’s thighs as she pulled him closer into her body. Groaning, Aidan’s hands pulled her closer to his body, but before he could kiss her again Alice turned her head away. Alice turned the hot water down a bit so they wouldn’t steam to death and continued stroking her hands over Aidan’s hard, solid, tall body. Moaning and continuing to kiss him, Alice allowed the water to splash down on her, adding to the sensations flowing across her body as it contrasted against the feel of Aidan’s hands on her body and his bare skin against hers.
Feel goose bumps rise on my rear as his fingers trace the crack of my butt through my panties. "You want to walk him to your car, like that?!? I feel his hand come down with crack across my rear. He loves little boys like you, knew it would be a great match the instant I saw you in your girl clothes at your house. I feel him drape his overcoat over my shoulders, pull me by my hand toward the door. I feel him push me into the passenger seat of his car and hear the door close. I feel his hand tightly on my wrist, so tight it hurts.