Erotic Fetish stories
A large collection of fetisch short stories covering everything from pantyhoses to feet and more.
Once again the cat, Drake, gave her that look that oozed displeasure. She was finally dressed and did a slow turn to look at herself in the mirror. Uh...I mean..may I come in with you for some food...Ben?" She asked trying to be at least a little submissive. The rest of lunch passed by with small talk of work and various little tidbits of personal life. Um I mean yes Ben. I would like that very much," she giggled. "Great," Ben said, his smile growing a little more. Ben leaned forward and brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. "I look forward to our next meeting beautiful," he said warmly.
Johann watched in amazement as a long tight plait of blonde hair was thrown from the high window. "I know no Prince Johann," Rapunzel answered. As his fingers touched Rapunzel's hair Johann was fascinated by its texture. They lay on the bed with Johann still wrapped in Rapunzel's arms and plaited her. But she didn't like killing her snakes so she used Rapunzel's hair when she could. Day after day Johann lost consciousness wrapped in Rapunzel's hair, his prick buried in her body and his mouth lapping at Euryale's pussy. While Rapunzel was sleeping, Euryale lowered an unconscious Johann with Rapunzel's braided hair, followed, and took Johann to the edge of the forest where she left him to live or die.
I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. Miss Wiff-Naseford explained what she wanted her to do and once more I had an athletic looking nineteen year old standing over me, straddling my face. "Off you get dear," said Miss Wiff-Naseford, noticeably moved by the young girl's experience. There was a sound of soft knocking on the headmistress's door and there appeared four girls dressed as Victorian, or Edwardian ladies in long skirts and white blouses. Gradually she pulled up her long black skirt and long white flounced cotton petticoat and opened her legs until I had a clear view up her clothing.
Then Cindy got on her hands and knees and said “nasty boy climb under me and lick me while I’m getting fucked, …..fucking lick my cunt now!" I did as instructed, who was I to refuse? Ben kept slowly working his fingers into my ass while Cindy was sucking life back into his cock. Cindy lay down under me and took my now throbbing cock in her mouth."Let me know when Ben is about to cum," she said. She sucked deep and hard on my balls and on the backstroke she put pressure on my cock by pushing it against the top of her mouth with all the strength she had in her tongue muscles. Just as I felt Ben's hot cum shooting deep into my asshole, I began shooting into Cindy's mouth.
After Sandy went to bed, Larry and I sat up and watched saw Larry standing there looking through the doorway the thought of Larry seeing my wife like that without Larry was still standing there, gawking at Sandy's firm Larry's eyes were wide open as he eased closer, bending Larry then started caressing her breasts, going from slit of her pussy, and when Larry saw me doing this, he Gently, I pulled her left leg closer to me "Ohhhh my god," Larry breathed as he began to jack "Ohhhhhh, GOD!!" Larry sighed while pulling his finger Carefully I pulled Sandy's left leg over began rubbing her pussy with his left hand, and jacking legs, pulling my pants down, and began stroking my dick.
Mandy Deakin, PA to CEO Benjamin Steele, had written an internal press release for all available employees to attend a celebration event, scheduled for that friday night. Little did anybody know, that Mandy Deakin wrote the press release with a large butt plug seated deep within her bowel. By usual arrangement and convenience, Mandy allowed Steele to push the different sized butt plugs inside her throughout the day, and then Mandy would keep plugged until she got home, and returned the usual large plug the next morning. Was she in over her head, or was it a beginning of a new way of life, As her second hand joined her first in her knickers, her slick fingers finding the still gaping nether hole, She knew what the answer was.
Phyllis stood in front of the long mirror and felt at her figure inside the corset, with the hard boning and the shaping over her waist and hips. Mark laid her down on the bed and played with her body; touching and working her clitoris and kissing her labia and sucking on her vagina; until she came a lovely orgasm inside the corset. Now, at the end of the year since she first met Mark, she has "worked her way" through four corsets, each progressively smaller at the waist and more controlling in its bones and design. Phyllis now wears a laced-up corset every day, under her work clothes; carefully planning her accessories and movements to prevent too obvious a display to her colleagues.
Then one day, as he was sat in his car with his daughters in the back, a text came through that was different in tone, the references to liking what she saw, to feeling hot, to meeting up, were out of character with all that had gone before. Maybe it was the girls in the back of the car that made him delay in responding to the invitation to meet...or perhaps he wanted to prolong the excitement. His fingers and tongue played with her pussy lips and clit and she fell to her knees and then just lay back and spread her legs. The following morning the text told him of the two most exciting elements of the previous evening...the loss of control through being blindfolded and the knowledge of being watched.
He was going back to New York on the red eye, in fact we had to leave in a bit for me to get him to the airport, but since it was his birthday, we were out to dinner. I was eating this amazing meal and this quite beautiful blonde woman sitting next to me with her date, I think it was her husband and they were in some kind of row judging by the exchanges, turned to me and asked me what I was reading. He poured the extra two into some paper coffee cups with lids, I settled and brought the drinks to my table and placed the glasses in front of Jen. She looked softer in this dim light, glowing with an excitement I didn't notice at the restaurant.
Floor-length white linen covered the tables and Denise knew that, in the eye of a casual visitor, she looked like a very pretty unaccompanied blonde. The woman with the brace walked awkwardly, taking small steps and leaning slightly left with each step to move her right leg forward. Denise reached behind her right knee and lifted her congenitally short leg onto the floor of the bar, then stood on her good leg and accepted her crutches from Sandi. Denise entered the restaurant on her way to the front door and noted the man with the faux-crippled redhead at a table just ahead. You make it look so easy!" Without waiting for a response Denise swung herself off to the front door just as Dan Farber walked back in.
He pulled the sodden diaper out of the plastic pants and excitedly laid it open on her bed. As the strong smell of his daughter's pussy aroused him even more, he visualised that it wasn't a diaper he was fucking; rather that it was Melissa's deep silky cunt he was stroking into. She never knew that every wet diaper was worn and masturbated into by her father in the mornings. Today, some thirteen years since she first donned a night diaper, Alison took her few precious moments and masturbated to a glorious orgasm just as she did most mornings. Five minutes later, her dry cloth diaper and milky white plastic pants were pinned tightly around her waist under her skirt and top, as she turned on her computer.
Then on Friday after a horrible day with the Boss on Thursday, I deliberately didn't shower in the morning before work and I put the stinky sports panties and socks on. I made my way down the corridor to the shower room and I could not help but notice that Sammy had left her canvas work shoes by the front door and more importantly they were stuffed with white cotton ankle socks. I'm going to Madrid for the week," Sammy informed me as I passed her on my way to the toilet. I've already got to know a lot of his friends on facebook and they are all really looking forward to meeting me," Sammy said with a twinkle in her eye.
Eventually they would all lose strength and slide down helplessly where she would be waiting to carry them to their place on the fence post, their dangling feet kicking just inches off the ground. Blake usually made it to the top of the twenty foot pole once, and on the second attempt would come within five feet of the top before loosing his grip and arm power. And as Brenda lifted him up and held him aloft she would carefully read all these confused feelings on his face. Finally Blake's frustration would crest and he would begin to cry and ball like the little submissive was.
Jo Jo was a cool girl, easy to get along with, a mutual friendship, she was pretty, and she had that amazing rear-end—and—I felt the great pride in knowing that while other guys much cooler than me might think she was cute, I had something that made me special, more special than them: Even though I wasn’t as cool as them, my advantage was that I knew what it was like to have Jo Jo sit on my face! Getting on top of Brenna and acting like I was humping her held little interest for me because I was so much into the butt-face thing, but doing ANYTHING with Brenna would be a lifelong memory and I didn’t feel as if I had any choice in the matter because Brenna—that hot hot girl that all the guys thought was so gorgeous—was looking at me with those cool, confident eyes.
"I see you remember Brandon Crowley from high school," Dr. Rogers said, in response to Doug's slackened expression. Doug couldn't bear to look at him in the face, but he felt Crowley's eyes search him up and down. They lingered on Crowley's thick cock, which he noticed was also starting to swell, whether from witnessing Doug's humiliation, Dr. Rogers' flirtations or merely the attention. "Now Brandon, as I explained in your last session, you will be holding one of the keys to Doug's caged little penis for the next week." With one last look down at Doug, Crowley turned around and walked out. Dr. Rogers carefully wiped all of Crowley's semen into her palm and held it down in front of Doug's face.
Often he would unfasten his fly and simply ask her to undo her blouse; Judy would know he really wanted her to rearrange her clothing, to also bunch up her skirt, show him how she looked to the men -- she would lift her tits from her bra cups before giving her husband a look that said she had been very naughty, and she now felt guilty. Stood facing the men, wide legged, with her hands shackled at waist height Judy helplessly watched as Les undid her clothing, uncovering her breasts for the delight of the second man who continually snapped the shutter of his camera.
He dropped the pink satin bikini panties he had pulled from her drawer onto Jaclyn’s bed and quickly made his way to the bedroom door. As his imagination ventured beyond what he knew from memory, he reached down and grasped the pair of Jaclyn’s panties on the bed near him and placed them over his cock; which now stood at full attention. Just as he got the dresser drawer closed the door to Jaclyn’s room slowly opened and Monica stood in the doorway; her sexy body concealed only by a single towel. “Well you can see her later, come help me figure out what to wear,” Monica uttered while grabbing Nick by his wrist and pulling him out of her s****r’s room.
As we sat, with Paulie in the middle of course, she reached the other side of the table and raised her leg nonchalantly and placed her heel on her chair, giving us a great view, but not too obviously, as she said to herself, "Damn, I think I have a run in my new stockings." I backed the car up, then followed Phoebe out of the parking lot, leaving him alone, having been brought nearly to orgasm several times in the past hour and with all of the thoughts of going home to our soft clothes, lotions and oils that I had just placed in his mind.
It was about a year and a half ago, I was sitting in my work truck having a lunch break and leching at any remotely sexy looking female who happened to walk by, fantasizing about kinky sex. As this fetish was raging in me, I had to play it out, I though there is no way Helena is going to go for this, so I had to find a fuckbuddy who shared my interest in pee sex. actually it was more an admission of the truth, I said "Dammit Helena, the way you drink your own pee and pee right in front of me all the time has always turned me on, what did you expect?"
Shaking the last dew drops off the tip of my cock, which was now quite firm in my hand from thinking of the "good old days", I started to feel a little bad for some of the things I said last night. I feel her mouth leave me and she says "I had stopped for gas when I got your message, and it melted my heart." her hand still rubbing my shaft as she is speaking, "so I thought to myself, 'what can I do for John to make him know how much he means to me?', and then I saw the sign for the 64-ounce Big Gulp and I immediately knew what you'd like."
I wrapped my legs around her and massaged her small and firm butt with my hands, feeling it through the soft body suit and the silky, smooth pantyhose underneath. She clearly was aroused and sighed quite heavily already when our lips parted and my hands gently massaged her upper body, paying a lot of attention to her firm, erotic breasts and massaging and sucking on her dark, fully erect nipples. Now I caressed her thighs, savoring the sensation of the sheer suntan pantyhose on her smooth, soft skin, slowly working my way down to her very sexy knees, then paying attention to her calves and finally arriving at my most favorite body part, her feet.
Laying back my head I said to myself and scratching behind my ears I thought, "Ooooh, it's driving me crazy just thinking about it!" as I closed my shockingly ice-like blue eyes and my petite paw-hands wondered to my high, perky, firm, round tits around a C1/2-cup, fondling them, playing with the fur, and pinching my nipples gently. I can't wait till she gets here!" Then my paws betrayed me further as my middle finger slid in and out of my tight, wet little pussy. I quickly got my left hand up and semi-closed the shackle as the door swung open and Mistress walked into the room.
His nipples, ass and thick dark chocolate dick were exposed for her eyes to see. She soon let him go, stepped back, marveled at his tight ass and then put on her thick 8 1/2 strap-on. Instead she spread his ass cheeks and rammed two fingers into his crinkled asshole. She ordered him to stop and told him to eat her ass. He rammed his thick tongue into her ass, causing her to cry out in pleasure. Their bodies slapped together as she fucked his ass while pumping his dick. She ordered him to fuck her like the king he was. She impaled herself with his hungry dick, as she did he let out a groan of pleasure.
Soon we were bumping and grinding and Amrita was getting my cock hard as she moved her ass against me. I held both of her hands stretched up above her head as I pressed my body against her, feeling her breasts against my chest and my hard cock grinding against her hips. From the dance floor to my room, she really liked to turn her ass towards my hard, throbbing cock. "Ohhhh that feels good," Amrita moaned, as I started to slightly part and stretch out her ass cheeks. For a moment I thought she wasn't wearing any panties, until I moved higher up and felt the waistband of her g-string.