Erotic Fetish stories
A large collection of fetisch short stories covering everything from pantyhoses to feet and more.
She raised her head, flicked her hair out of the way and whispered in my ear, "I hope you don't get to loving cock so much you forget to service my tight pussy." Marion stopped at the edge of the bed, cupped my balls and lightly scratched them with her red nails, her other hand found the back of my neck and she pulled me to her and kissed me then said, "Here baby, you lay down. I ran my fingers through her hair, whispered, "Yes. Fuck me," and reached down, enveloped her ass with my hands and pulled her to me hard, snapping my hips up as best I could.
"The other guy I tormented was turned on by my boots but this guy truly loves them, I can tell when he looks at them but he obviously likes women in high heel boots and not guys!" Pete said to himself. "Yeah, you like that!" said Pete as he placed his stiletto heel onto Marco's rock hard penis and caressed it. Once Pete had finished he stopped licking his lips and looked down at Marco, he had just urinated on his face then ejaculated but like James was to discover the torment was far from over! Pete got up onto his high heeled feet and walked over to Marco, spread his booted legs over him and sat on him again like Catwoman and watched him with a smile.
Opportunities to indulge that pleasure since had been taken when available, although they'd been limited by what was for all practical purposes an 'arranged' marriage to Brian - a man who whilst kind didn't understand and regarded farting or worse, messed panties, as just plain dirty. As she drove along the A17 towards Sutton Bridge, Anne recalled the conversation she'd had earlier that morning whilst packing for the homeward journey, when a couple of isolated farts had escaped from her posterior. Always lucky here herself in the past, she'd heard anecdotal stories that this bridge wasn't a good place to get stuck if one needed a pee, but no one she knew had ever recounted any tales of needing to poo whilst waiting to cross it.
He was not wearing any underwear which made it easy for Debbie to slip her hand inside and pull his rock hard cock out of his pants. As soon as he moved his fingers up to rub her swollen clit, Ray pushed two of his fingers inside Debbie's wet cunt. Ray moved around to straddle Debbie's ass and rubbed the head of his cock on her asshole, pushing it in gently. Debbie's hips developed a rhythm and moved back and forth on Ray's cock and Bobby's mouth simultaneously. At the same time she pulled harder on Bobby's cock, the side of her hand slapping against his nut sack, as he felt his balls spewing forth his second load of the night.
I had unfortunately been detained by Miss 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' one Friday. "Tom, we're not having our evening meal in the refectory so do please help yourself to food; there's quite a nice cold pasta salad with ham which I can recommend," said the head mistress clearly enjoying being the congenial host. "...and I prefer the designs of Ernest Gimson to those of William Morris, and it so goes with the architecture of Voysey..." she continued clearly trying to keep the conversation on the English Arts and Crafts Movement going while I slobbered around inside her under her pink evening dress and white net petticoats.
“That’s one, Elizabeth, my cum-wearing whore, only eleven more to come.” My hand caresses your ass briefly and my fingers explore your open cunt. My fingers tell me that your cunt is dripping with wetness and I can see that your ass is starting to grind into the car hood, as if searching for a cock to fuck it. “Oh, please, yes, David, use my cunt, it’s dripping wet for You – and please, PLEASE, I want to have Your cock up my ass SO much! “OOOoohhh, David, I’m thinking of your cock buried deep in my cunt, and you’re fucking me like a bitch, on my knees, your cock stroking SO deep inside my cunt while you permit me to play with my clit with my other hand.
I am sorry for you men who can’t deliver like I need you to and I need you to be honest with yourself and not contact me wasting my time with little, limp dicks! You see I am a woman with a lot to offer and I need and want to feel a man’s weight on my body. Sucking it, blowing it, stroking it and oh yes I will swallow those balls whole until I can’t breath because I want that cock to feel pleasure. That little whole, I will let my tongue drive in deep to lick and tease it and suck that damn sperm right out like it will save my dying life.
"Hi sissy Charlotte, well babe I think you look a pretty, welsh slut," said Joan, as she sucked on a hard boiled sweet. "Am I really Charlotte Church, Auntie Joan?" I said in a quiet voice. "Yes babe, sissy Charlotte Church, my kinky welsh twat," said Joan. "Hello Charlotte, I'm your Auntie Sonia, you're the same age as my grand-daughters Emily and Jemimah," said Sonia in her sweet ,high pitched voice. " You must have some kinky crushes on some women in the entertainment world Charlotte," said Joan. Joan Harries looked so proud as she breast-fed me, her warm ,sweet milk poured into my mouth. "Yes Auntie Joan, oh look its all over your nose and lips," I said.
"If you like my pee from the ground," she growled, reaching him and placing one gnarled old sole in his face and pushing him to his back, his cock stiffening as she walked over him, straddling his face, his gaze directly up those wrinkly thighs to the glistening pussy hair between them, "then you certainly won't mind drinking my piss from the source!" She fucked him for a long minute, then leaned forward, dangling her saggy old tits in his anxious face, his hands cupping the wrinkled tits into meaty cones, lapping madly at the nipples, sucking the brown nubs into his mouth and lavishing the white, creamy flesh with his hot tongue, suckling the meat, licking frantically at the salty sweat forming between and beneath them.
He closed his eyes and started to think of mundane things while the thrill subsided, but opened them when he heard a sigh of exasperation. He practically ran to the bedroom, clutching the sandals in one hand as he pulled his shorts down with the other, awkwardly kicking them off as he climbed on his knees onto the bed. I don't want to hear all that stuff.' She sighed a little and blinked for a long moment, before looking right at him. He lifted his hands, cradled her heel reverently, and closing his eyes he pressed his eager nose into the warm, soft space between her toes and the pad of her foot.
If you want to like to see my Feet Queen (Leidy) then you can check her personal site www.mytoes4u.com, I love her site very much and I love her beautiful feet, soles, ankle, toe, knee, calf, thighs, abdomen, breast. I very gently began to massage her left foot, starting at the heel and slowly working her up my arch to her toes. My tongue lapped at her toes hungrily, as her mouth continued sucking me to incredible bliss, and her hands fondled me to ecstasy. Starting with her succulent toes, My lips moved further down her feet to the gracefully curved arches, licking them lustfully, probing my tongue between her feet, savoring the issue of my loins.
Only then did I become aware of the smell of vodka on her breath, but I didn't have long to ponder the reasons for her new-found confidence as the kiss was enough to enrage Jane, who promptly grabbed at Vicki's hair to pull her off me and threw her to the floor. With that they turned to face each other, hands up and the women started circling, each sizing up her opponent and trying to gain an advantage but neither committing to the fight. This time Vicki was wise to the tactic and again tried something new, kneeing Jane between her legs and following up by grabbing at her dress and trying to rip open the front. It was then that for the first time Jane changed the fight, releasing one hand from Vicki's breasts to grab her knickers and pull will all of her might.
It got to the point when those radishes there started popping out of the ground, well let's just say they gave me ideas, and until we finally pulled them up and had them stored away, we let the garden languish a bit, other things to do you know." He winked at Kai and Josephina dropped her gaze to her hands in her lap certain the crimson stealing up her neck and into her face would be bright as a beacon. "Here," Kai leaned forward with a sliver of the roll graced with a small mound of butter, putting it to her lips, using the position to let his hand slide further upward, then gently pushing her outside leg off his knees, leaving her legs slightly spread.
“I love it.” I said as I grabbed Loraine and kissed her. Loraine started to question me- asking me how I felt, how I thought I looked. Loraine paused a while like she was debating on whether or not to tell me what she was thinking and then she smiled down at me. “I love you Kristy.” She said, “and tonight I want to give you one last thing- I want you to fuck me.” To be perfectly honest it wouldn’t have mattered what she said- if it meant making love to my wife again- she could have told me the world was going to end- it wouldn’t have changed ANYTHING.
Just as Sally starts to feel the calming effect of the warm water being run over her hair, she notices Anton moving to the bottom of the chair where she hears him fiddling with something that has a metallic sound to it. From an outsider view point, there is Sally stretched out on the shampoo chair which is so high up off the ground, laying back into the shampoo bowl, fully caped tightly around the neck, and legs spread wide apart in exam stirrups. As Sally lays there spread open for all to see, she starts to feel something cold touching her lips, and being run around the inner inside of her thighs, then moving up slightly and slowly being inserted inside her.
Steven was stroking it with a big grin on his face directed his massive dick to my face and I opened my mouth. I am very hairy down there and he lifted my shirt and ripped my panties down and slowly pushed the head of his cock in and we both gasped in unison. He was ready to cum but I didn’t want to soil my pussy so I took his hard dick into my mouth. Tony then moved up between my legs and slowly worked his dick into my now very wet pussy. Scott groaned as he pushed the head of his cock into my mouth.
Eat my nasty cunt, you little prick!" The muscles across the fronts of her thighs trembled as she began to cum, her head thrown back and her heaving breasts towering above me. Let me show you what my pussy is supposed to look like with a real cock inside it." With one hand she pulled the soaking crotch of her panties aside and revealed her gleaming snatch, with the other she brought the thick tip of the dildo to her slick lips. Her own cream was flowing freely and puddling on he chair, and I imagined the first trickles of sperm leaking from around the union of her cunt and his cock.
My best freimd Shannon left me alone in her house on arvo. so i went into her wardrobe straight away. i pulled the top draw open, and it was full of nickers n bras......... so i pulled a pair out, n sbifffrd them... the, i went ito her parents bedroom, and found her mums nickers. i rubbrd them on my bals before i realised, the DIRTY PANTIES would be in the laundry. so i rummiged though th basket, and the was nickers, i smelt them, n licked the stained crotch.
Laundry rooms there have a washer and a centrifuge to spin dry the clothes before draping the items over the line. The panties were apparently not missed and the next time I did laundry made sure to look closely in the centrifuge. I’m not sure why I didn’t pay attention to a sign that had been posted in the laundry room but it was there for at least a month before I took the time to decipher it. Lisa was cleaning out her car so I thought it would be exciting for me to deliver the key to her while wearing her panties under my slacks. I turned over on my hands and knees and came with precision into the cotton lining of the panties.
Just drooling all over his cock, working it hard, and my wetted fist around it with tons of my hot dripping saliva running down the length of it, my soaking fisted hand plunging up and down, gripping it just tight enough to move the skin up and down on the shaft, loosening my grip at times, playing with his tight little hole with the other, the wetness dripping and lubing his asshole, my finger running circles around it, teasing him, making him buck and beg, plunging into his asshole and feeling him up the way he probes my hot pussy. He let himself go totally when I fucked his pretty little ass with a nice little dong, and he thrashed around wildly admitting he wanted a stiff hot dick to suck.
"You look gorgeous, Jennifer!" she gushes, her eyes feasting on me so openly that my cock immediately becomes hard and outlines itself against the tight confines of my panties and leather dress. As I continue to lick and suck on my lovers hard nipple, sliding my tongue across his sweet skin to the other nipple, I let my hand slide down across the hard ripples of his stomach muscles, to the huge bulge of his cock, which is jutting against the front of his tight leather pants.
They know what I want their sperm for." Caroline smiled and popped out Joe's deposit from the cube. "Nice isn't he?" she said, "its the first time I've tried him although I did lick my own fingers yesterday after I'd wanked him. "You see M, I want to have lots of men, but more importantly, I love the taste and texture of their sperm. "Sure Caroline," the older man said, "there's going to be a heavy load of prime Texan sperm for you there." Obediently, M did as he was asked and as he took his finger to his mouth, stick with sperm, Caroline lifted the bowl to her mouth and took a deep gulp.
Seeing you wearing these will help me, as well as this guy I hope, get into treating you like a little cucky hubby like you want!" I quickly put them on over my chastity cage and put on shorts, T-shirt and sandals and then we headed down to the lounge. My wife quickly explained how she was teaching me to better appreciate her pussy by revoking my privileges and watching Bill enjoy them. "Yes Mistress." I wimpered submissively, "It's how I learn to appreciate your vagina more, watching another man enjoying it and not me." I commented, as I lowered the dress down below her knees and she stepped out of it.
It is difficult to understand how Lucille and her husband Bruce Ross had ended up being so involved with one of the local lads, Brian and his mother Mrs Alice Miller. Bruce brought them all a nice cup of tea and whilst Lucille chatted to Mrs Miller, he took Brian out to see his work shed. Mrs Miller clearly did a lot of work for her church but it was surprising that young Brian spent a lot of time in the local animal sanctuary helping care for abandoned pets of all kinds. Lucille felt so much better especially when the older woman added "And don't forget we all have outrageous fantasies and especially people who go to church and we all look at dirty pictures."