Erotic Fetish stories
A large collection of fetisch short stories covering everything from pantyhoses to feet and more.
Melinda kneeled before me, stark naked, the huge nipples on her slightly sagging big boobies stiff like small cones, red islands in milky-white triangles of a bikini tan, her pussy, which was - to my surprise - crowned by a patch of neatly trimmed blond hair and shimmering with moisture at my eye level, and she held up a thick, short, wet carrot like a trophy. My whole face was covered in tropic heat, but I leaned forward and ran my tongue wetly all over the eastern beauty’s toes, tasting the familiar mix of gritty, sweaty sweetness and feeling my pussy juices greet the shaming act with a burst of wet joy.
As Sharon reached over and gently rubbed my erect penis, my hand slowly travelled from her breast to her belly button. I slithered down a finger into her slit and pick up some love juice and began rubbing her clit with it. So two fingers scooped her clit and catching a teaspoon of juice and placing them in my mouth. Now the penis was turning a beautiful red from the flowing juices. My dick just slipped in all the way to the hilt. Sharon moaned with delight. It was so warm and moist exploring the insides while the muscles seem to clamp down on me. Sharon licked and sucked my balls. She really enjoyed our mixed love juices.
“Yes, it’s all ready to play.” Mary had intended the other bedroom to be her roommate’s, but instead they had turned it into Sandy’s playroom. This was all so fantastic, and clearly wrong, but right now, eating Sandy’s mess from the floor, it felt right, a relief from a life that hadn’t made sense. “This is all dirty anyway.” Sandy said, walked past Mary, and stomped her sneakers into the discarded food again, forcefully. “Yes.” And since that didn’t seem to satisfy Sandy, Mary continued: “Yes, please, let me eat some more of your lasagna from your shoe.” Her voice stumbled as she said it, her mouth drying up as she heard her own words.
The last time he took a piss was at around 4.30 in the morning and now, the lower abdomen and part of his crotch ached as his bladder continued to fill up with each passing minute. The door began to slide shut again and Mark's hand shot out to stop it. Jasmine watched his predicament and felt so turned at his desperate need to use the loo. She teased his desperate member, rolling her tongue over the head and sucking the tip before watching it thrum and tremble with the equivalent need to piss and cum. "But I'm not sure for how long it's going to last." The need to piss was slowly beginning to return, sending pangs into his bladder.
I guess, "Well, maybe you have seen some girls peeing in the woods on the way home from school." No, but he says I am close. One night I cannot sleep, I think about the look on Spencer's face when he saw me sitting on the toilet. As I stand up one day I shall be working at the family Pipp-Thompson's house, I take courage and decide to ask Spencer if he wants me to pee for him — the way I want to do it. "Take your time, Josie," Spencer says as he looks at my breasts, which stick out between the sides of my dress.
Yes, when Bill suckles my nipple hurts but I know it will soon go away.” Anna felt her face becoming blushed, not from the frank talk with her daughter but because she was sitting with her blouse open. Before long she was in the throws of sexual desire, her one hand plunging fingers deep and rapidly into her body as her lips sucked and pulled the milk from her breast. Knowing just how stubborn her daughter could be Anna simply sighed silently as she opened her nightgown baring both breasts and gave her nipple to her son. Moments later Anna felt her daughters firm breast tipped with it own hard nipple.
"Then lift your skirt, Janice, and lower your panties to your knees," Valerie said in a pleasant tone that carried with it a hint of menace. "Yes, Miss Ellis," Janice answered in a smaller voice, as she realized that she was now ready to pee but would have to hold it in until Valerie allowed her to release her urine. Much to her surprise, a well-dressed, dark-haired younger woman then opened the door to the inner office, introduced herself as Lesley Crawford, and beckoned Janice to come inside, using her index finger. "Yes, Miss Crawford," Janice said, "I still get excited when a woman takes charge of me like that."
I had a lot of things outside (an air conditioner, car tires, my canoe, tools, etc.), and they offered to let me store anything I wanted to in their basement I was running out of space at my house. I went back to Meghan’s room and noticed her closet door open, with her laundry basket at the bottom in the corner. I stood up, and stuck my hard cock between her panties, and let the tip rest right in the gusset. Meghan’s black panties hung on my thick cock, and I could only imagine what she would think if she knew what I was doing right now, rifling through her most personal garments. I went back out the basement, to my car, and texted Meghan and Taryn, “Thanks!
Pulling back just a little, Wanda lowered her head, fanning her hair over Gregory's lap, allowing him to coat her mane in his ejaculate. Gregory wielded the clippers like a skilled barber, teasing Wanda, tugging at the remnants of her hair, pulling back her head to whisper in her ear. Wanda felt the welcome return of his oral appendage once again, working from her anus up to her vaginal lips and clitoris, bringing her closer to the peak, and as she pulled away in the heat of her orgasm, his elbows held her spread thighs apart and his fingers spread her lips even wider, allowing a full view of her juices flowing.
Depending on how you do with that, I will then determine what kind of protection you will be permitted for the rest of your period." Marian's face fell as she had just experienced the awful belt that Karen had made her mother wear—the one that when locked up did not allow her to pee or poop without the extreme humiliation of asking Karen to unlock the belt. This meant that while on her period, Marion needed to get Karen's permission to lower her panties for any reason, including use of the toilet of change in her sanitary protection. When Karen finally arrived, Marian softly asked her, "Miss Karen, I feel very damp and am sure that my liner is so full that I'm afraid my panties may be soiled.
Realizing for myself just what a great number of women there are who enjoy men's hands (looking at them, feeling them on their bodies, holding them, kissing them, what have you) inspired me to write this story. He'd often ask if she wanted to learn to play herself, but her interests lay only in the mere sight of his hands tickling the ivories. Lowering his body atop hers, he made his way down her left inner thigh and up her right with one hand, caressing and playing her about the forearms, neck and breasts with the other. As the fingers of his right hand stretched their way further inside her, his left circumnavigated her upper torso.
Albert likes to do this specific role-play with Kimberly once every month on a Saturday. Albert finds this highly entertaining and he gets very excited seeing her in her slutty uniform. Kimberly loves to please Albert and will happily play along in this gymnastic fetish fantasy. This is the story of a Saturday morning that Albert and Kimberly were going to play out their gymnastic fantasy role-play. Albert loves to role-play and this particular fantasy really gets him very aroused and very excited. Albert undressed and sat on a chair and began to stroke his cock, while I was playing with my pussy. I got on my hands and knees like Albert said to do.
I had to bite my lip to keep from giggling or moaning (I couldn't be sure which) as Dani immediately began gorging herself on my milk, soothingly kneading my areola as she sucked hard on it. It's a great way to relieve or delay hunger if you have a particularly busy schedule and you'd rather get your classes over with before you enjoy a solid meal." The curvy Latina let out a satisfied sigh as our mutual friend happily kept suckling, and I actually noticed a stream of milk escape for an instant only to be swiftly swept up by a vigilant tongue.
Now he couldn't move this was starting to seem a little less like a good idea, but as she walked back towards the cameras to set them to record, Emma removed her shirt and dropped her jeans, kicking off her trainers at the same time. David could hear she had moved he face close to his left ear, perhaps she was kneeling but the custard had blurred his vision so much he couldn't make anything out, even when he turned his head. Emma moved away with David's head uselessly trying to follow her, which is just what she wanted for the camera.
Since you gag when you smell my shit going into your mouth yesterday morning I will lift myself a little when feeding you. "Slave remember that you promised to eat shit in all the manners that I want so you will help France with her constipation problem. Michele sat on his chest and lifted her legs preparing to move her asshole to his mouth when France said: He got in the face sit position and as she was peeing in his mouth she ordered: Do not brush your teeth this morning I want you to have the taste of my shit in your mouth when you meet your boss to resign and start shaving twice a day.
I did not want to say goodbye to the enticing, seductive blonde in her lovely fuzzy sweater-dress, and carrying her coat postponed the moment when we would have to go our separate ways, at least for a bit. My hands were all over her, caressing her legs in her sexy, knee-high calfskin boots, stroking her thighs and finding their way towards the soft, wet spot between her legs. As I first sucked on her clit and then stuck my tongue as far into her pussy as I possibly could, her legs began to tremble, and when I slowly inserted a finger into her anus whilst worshipping her pussy, she came with a load cry followed by muffled moans.
There were many times when she would sit on the sofa with her knees up to her chin and her feet apart, totally oblivious that she was giving me a great view of her little panties. My legs suddenly felt weak and I had to quickly grab the hand basin to stop myself from collapsing to the floor. "I always knew you liked looking at my panties but I didn't know you liked them that much." She giggled from the other side of the room. I was so humiliated that I tried to pull my eyes away from her crotch, but it was though I was hypnotized because all I could manage was a quick glance up to her smiling face.
Suddenly I was standing there with my cock out in the open, watching as Caroline brought both hands up to maul her huge breasts through the négligée; breasts I’d still only seen in my imagination. “You have your fetish,” Caroline said, nodding at the panties I was still holding in my hand. That would be another way in which Caroline was very different from Ann. “Maybe I’ll hold you to that,” I said, feeling a little ashamed of how easy it seemed to be to cast marital fidelity to the wind. But I took aim as she kept her mouth and eyes closed, letting the jet of urine wash away the sperm from her face as she clutched at her big breasts, pinching her nipples.
-suddenly the aura shifts- looking around I see nothing but I feel as I'm being hunted. no stop struggling under his hard body. stop , stop fear ripping into me as he lowers his mouth to my breast. such a tasty little thing he growls out. -o god he's to big- pushing away only to get trapped on my stomach. you are mine now, this body is mine ,I Alfa wolf Adrian claim you as my mate -o god no- struggling but only making him shove farther in me. I had just been running threw the forest in my wolf form , when I heard her. Big brown eyes, golden skin and pink lips that pouted when she was thinking. Ripping her clothes, feeling her skin .
She could "feel" his excitement as, insane with passion, he would press his finger into her navel, driving it deeply into her "core" as if to slowly press a sharp dagger into her soft, helpless, vulnerable navel, the hilt pressing hard against her soft navel-skin, mindless in his basal voracity to experience her very essence, wildly excited by the combination of imagined searing pain combined with ultimate pleasure as every nerve in her navel, her belly would fire intensely as in a back-draft, causing her sexual nerves to erupt in gasping, heaving ecstasy, her navel, her body reeling in hot orgasmic fulfillment.
I slide my hand a bit further, gripping M’s inner thigh, my fingers grazing her pussy, and pull her left leg over both my legs. You invite me over, tie me up, have your way with me, leave marks on me from head to toe, and ask if I want anything, after the fact,” she replies while she chuckles. When she finally stops laughing, she caresses my chest with her hand, turns her face into my chest and kisses the scratches she left on me. M chuckles and replies, “Hmmmm…smooth pick up line,” then asks, “Is it the feeling of power and control over someone and that you can do whatever you want to them and that they are helpless to stop you?”
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.
Usually she looked forward to these dance parties, as a form of making money and expressing herself, but she’d never done a party this big. She’d brought her CDs, but sometimes the guys had music they wanted her to dance to. Monica had seen the video for the song, but hadn’t liked Britney’s outfit. For this particular routine, Monica wore a little black velvet dress, stiletto heels, and what looked like diamond jewelry. The man took a picture of the “George” plate with his cell phone, then pulled into the driveway of the house across the street, backed down, and drove off. Blake promised to tip off Houlihan if he heard anything about Monica getting loose again. “Excuse me?” Monica didn’t like where this was going.
In the blink of an eye the room became steaming hot, and I was sure that the touch of her fingers burned little holes through the fabric of my dress, because I could feel the sparks dance directly on my skin. But I’ll let you get a glimpse of what you’re missing out on." A quick flick of her fingers pushed the strap of her top over her shoulder and the fabric fell away, laying bare a soft, ripe orb of alabaster adorned with a pink, dime sized crown and a hard, darker point that screamed at me to lick it, to suckle and nibble on it. A giggle filled my ears, then I watched hands stroke Cordelia’s thighs and arms, saw them pull down the other strap and lay bare the rest of her beautiful upper body, watched Monica’s eager small mouth attack her breast with nibbles and bites.