Erotic Fetish stories
A large collection of fetisch short stories covering everything from pantyhoses to feet and more.
I started to answer but my wife butted in and said we where just going to look for a nice hard cock for me. I said next door at Days Inn. John stood and started pulling my wife's chair out for her. I heard the sliding door close and lock I turned around Doug said John is going first while I keep you company out here. Inside John had my wife in a full embrace, they kissed like that for a long time. Doug said John goes first because my cock is thicker.. John sat on other bed and watched as Doug undressed and straddled my wife's head he fed his cock to her. Doug stopped fucking her as John begain fucking my wife's butt hole.
"You can kiss my boots all you like, but I won't be letting you out of that chastity cage," she said eventually. Her feet were mere inches from my face, and I couldn't help but pick up the musky scent of sweat and pantyhose, further causing my cock cage to twitch uncomfortably. "I guess you just really need to think about how you're going to deal with that cock cage day and night for the next thirty days, especially with me around constantly teasing you with my hosiery and boots. "We'll start with this initial thirty days so I can get what I need for my research, but who knows where it'll go from there?" Holly said in her cute little voice, allowing me to taste and smell her feet while she continued to work.
She wasn’t looking now anyway, she had found a notepad in her purse and was writing something on it, checking her phone now and then, so my eyes went to her legs. After a quick look around to make sure no one could see, I opened my pants and pulled my cock out, setting it free and feeling it rise to its full glory. She pushed herself to the edge of her seat and lifted both legs and put them in my lap, and grabbed my cock with her feet. I didn’t need to look to see what was going on, and grabbed my jacket and put it in my lap just as the conductor arrived.
One day I got an email from an old high school friend, a girl named Zoey, reading, "Hey Tim I haven't seen you in like forever! Back in high school, I heard stories from a few different guys who said she got around, but when I asked her she said she only had sex once, and went down on one of her old boyfriends a couple times. Besides, I think it's kinda cute." I didn't know what to say, I felt so mixed up.I wanted to be angry at her for being so insensitive, but at the same time I realized she was really my only chance of getting laid since most girls didn't like me.
The Brigadier pulled down his shorts and had his tight long cock in his hand; which he stroked as he watched Sumi performing her daily routine exercises. I felt like a dumb head peeping on the Brigadier; apologising and making very stupid incoherent noises as I retreated awkwardly trying to explain to the Brigadier that I had come to deliver the food box that Sumi had asked me to deliver. I was so acutely embarrassed catching the Brigadier in his peeping activities that in the evening, I decided to go to the Brigadier’s house on my way back from my office before going home and profusely apologize to him for my stupidity, so that this incident did not sour our relationship.
My wife came in and told me we where going to have a Labor day pool party. I had served the smoked pork loin and mixed a few hundred drinks, I was way to busy to keep an eye on my little hot wife. Then came all the trunks...the whole pool was nude...I looked at my wife and she was naked as a jaybird in the arms of some guy kissing. I got the idea of fucking her in the ass, she never allows me to do that , so I rolled her over very easy and pulled her cheeks apart, her butt was red , I gussed it was the concrete around the pool rubbing it while she fucked.
As Anne walked shakily back to sit at her table to watch the continuing flow of secretive medical and security agents coming and going from the scene, she saw her beautiful daughter Margaret enter the room, a very professional looking 50-something man at her side in a dark suit, blue tie, and carrying a briefcase at his side. Margaret nuzzled her face into the softness of her mother's neck, seeking comfort in Anne's fragrant auburn hair, as the two Riesin women studied the naked and helpless 4-inch young man before them, trying to imagine where their lives together might take them next.
Mrs Potter, said, 'I think I have just the thing for you.' She went to a cupboard and started looking for something and returned with an all in one corset. Amy then helped Claire put on the white corset and carefully fitted the bra cups over Claire's large tits, making sure that her erect nipples easily poked thorugh the peep holes. As she found her clit and clamped her lips against it Mrs Potter moved round to Claire's front and started sucking her nipples. Claire dressed and Mrs Potter said, 'Why don't you come back next week and we can try the corset with the suspenders and stockings and also a pair of open crotch panties.'
I vaguely felt like I wanted to be absorbed into the newspaper. I developed fantasies about being caught by the newspaper man in the morning. I always spread a lot of papers inside the house, just behind the front door. Naked, I would pump in the papers and fantasize about being caught by the newspaper man who would then hump me. That never happened, but one time the newspaper man pushed the door open more and threw in the paper after a few moments of hesitation. One time I had an escort meet me there and the scenario was that he would pretend to work for the paper; he would invite me into his car, where he had a lot of papers on the passenger side.
It contained dozens of hot, non-downloadable images of me wearing sexy Black leather outfits while carrying a riding crop, handling a whip and always sporting a strap-on dildo. He was really good-looking with his curly Black hair, light brown skin and light green eyes. A lot of biracial men of African and Caucasian ancestry tend to marry White women. Just like Black men with Black wives or Black girlfriends lust after certain White women. Black folks don't like to admit it but mixed-race people have it easier than most of us due to their lighter skin. Scott Banker surprised me by calling himself a brother instead of labeling himself a mixed-race person. Both of them are highly successful men, they're both mixed, and they love Black women.
Kneeling between Zara's legs she lowered her head to the other girl's breasts, taking one dark nipple in her mouth as she squeezed the large mounds, enjoying the way their softness filled her hands. She sucked hard on Zara's clit, rubbing it between her lips and flicking it with her tongue as the other girl screamed and came, her pussy quivering around Lacey's fingers as sweet honey flowed from her, coating Lacey's hand. With all the skills that she'd learned as she'd pledged, she was able to draw Zara's orgasm out, rocking the older girl with pleasure until finally she sighed in satisfaction and pulled Lacey's mouth away from her leaking pussy.
I use my wife's clean silk pantie to jerk off with while crotch of the clean pantie over my cock head & cum in the cotton I put that wet cum stained pantie back in her Clean draw . next day she unknowingly puts on that cum stained pantie . get her to wear the same cum stained [ by me ] soiled [ by her ] pantie head so that I can smell her soiled crotch & jerk off in the crotch falls asleep - I use that pantie to to clean OUR come off my cock . challenge begins again to start cumming in those clean panties . always make sure my WIFE NEVER WEARS A CLEAN PANTIE .
Michael turned his head, feeling Rose's leaking milk smear against the side of his face, but she took a fistful of his hair and pushed him down to lay flat on the bed, quickly holding herself above him on her outstretched arms and letting her breasts hang once more like heavy ripe fruit. Sitting, their bodies writhed together, Rose's legs stretched out behind Michael, her feet deep in the sheets for leverage as she continued to fuck him; his feet on the floor, his hands on her lower back, pulling her closer; and always, his head tilted and his mouth attached to her breasts.
"Breastmilk really is the best kind of late-night snack!" Needless to say, Dani left me with empty breasts and went to bed with a full stomach. "Well, I'm always happy to provide anytime I can!" I let the familiar sensation of closeness wash over me and sighed in contentment as my sister continued feasting on my milk, giving me a warm and fuzzy feeling with every moan or purr that made her satisfaction clear. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes in contentment as Dani continued to suckle with her usual zeal, happy to once again be the source of nourishment for her.
As Katey moved away Megan pulled me in closer, dropping her massive thigh over me. Then it started, first her thighs tightened around me, her arm firmly pressing my body between her legs. Her breasts firmly closed around my head now, she was slowly rubbing my body into her pussy and contracting it with her thighs. As her breathing shortened and the grip in her vagina tightened she started moving her entire body grinding it against me, pounding me into the bed. As she did her thighs were also bending the sides of the bed to the floor, and when they finally made contact with the floor her legs started bending the frame inward coming closer to me.
After all my research, I did a search of Steven's computer for the word cuckold, low and behold, I was greeted by dozens of pictures, and articles in a sub directory under program files called simply; cuk. Turning off Steven's computer, I retreated to our bed room, and got out my little pink vibrator, and proceeded to give myself half a dozen orgasms! When Steven got home that night, things pretty much went as usual; dinner, a little TV, and then off to bed. I quickly retreated back up stairs to our bed room, and by the time Steven got in bed, I was breathing normally, and I appeared to still be asleep. The hours passed slowly, but just before it was time for Steven to leave work and head home, I got ready.
It took only a second or two for me to let loose, and while Terri pumped gas, I just leaned back and moaned in pleasure as the pressure dropped and my own quickly spreading puddle warmed my thighs and privates. She'd left for a long class apparently feeling fine and returned a couple of hours later groaning about it being her "time of year again." Even without the slight hoarseness in her voice, I likely wouldn't have even had to ask what she meant. By the time I was ready to go, Terri's contented moans suggested that the unusual treatment was working, and given her own purrs, it was clearly a pleasant experience for Sam as well.
We decided to call it a day, and I drove her straight home -- but not without my enjoying the final views of her wet nylons glistening in the sun that had emerged from the passing rain clouds. A week later, when I went to show Mimi prints from the shoot, she greeted me at the door wearing a light, floral print dress. Finally, the time came to say goodbye, but fond memories of the stocking encounter with Mimi have remained clear for over fifty years—especially because the color slides and black and white pictures from that wonderful day in the park were archived for posterity.
She leans over and takes my soft and scared little penis in her hand. She lets my balls fall out of her mouth, cups them in her hand as she feels me start to throb. She takes my hair, makes like she's going to slap my face, her hand raised up. My mother looks to Doris, runs her hand up her back and pulls her hair back. I liked what I saw down there when I punished you for your lazy housework, liked your little ass responding nicely to your mother's stern hand. I think I'll let Doris handle that for a while, your punishment and your reward, maybe just sit and watch.
Maria stood and told Kara that it was "time to teach this man the lesson of the Underwater Amazon Women!" I tried to get to the surface but a flurry of hands and feet drove me to the bottom of the tub. I lost track of time for a bit but it was probably less than half a minute before I started thinking that they really were going to drown me in this underwater-fucking-love-wet-orgy-bath. Maria climbed off of my face and slithered out of the tub – this allowed Kara to splash back onto my hips into the woman-on-top missionary position and I felt her take a deep breath as she joined me underwater.
I faced back the way we had walked, dropped my shorts, and began to piss into the sand. Janie pulled her panties and shorts up as she arose but she was turned slightly towards me. Damn, my prick stayed hard as I slowly kept stroking, maintaining the feeling of completion, rubbing the sticky junk over my cock. Then my hand trailed down and I reached up into the open leg of her shorts. Come on." I pulled her up and we quickly went up the beach to the scraggly shrubs surrounded with some wild roses. I began pissing, also, down onto her peeing pussy. I gripped her dark wavy hair and let her lick my prick up and down with her tongue tasting my meat and my piss.
Driven by the temptation to go back a watch his wife and her lover, but he didn’t, knowing that he was most definitely excluded from the action of their bedroom, hearing the squeals of delight, the sighs and sounds of sex coming from the room only a few feet and a couple of doors away from him was pure torment. After a glass or two, Chris and Jacqui went to bed and made love slowly and intensely, more a reaffirmation of their bond than a need to mate, a kind of functional sex, if there is such a thing. Chris admitted that he had for a long time, harboured a fantasy of Jacqui getting shafted by a black guy, probably from the time he had watched her dance and then kiss the poor bewildered guy in the club all those months back.
The young lady in question, a curvy 19-year old who had been hired as a Christmas Elf at King Solomon's, a major department store in Kingston, said nothing but sulked at being caught with jewellery, perfume and other gift items hidden in her locker. Christmas in Jamaica was an extremely busy time, and so Miranda stood to make a lot of money in the tips and gifts that horny middle-aged men bought for her after she served and smiled for them from behind the counter of any store in which she was placed. "I don't want you to tell my daddy, Mr. Lazarus, so I suppose that you'll have to punish me yourself!" Miranda squeaked, handing the items to him.
For example, Jim knows I've always had some exhibitionist tendencies, and every now and then, we do something insanely wild like going to the mall with no panties on, and he'll watch while I shop for shoes, teasing some poor salesman with little peeks between my legs, or, sit across from some man in the food court and innocently let my knees fall open. That night, when I played my little game and pretended to go out with my old boyfriend, he wasted no time in pulling my skirt up, my panties down, and putting his face right into my pussy and licking and sucking me.