Erotic Fetish stories
A large collection of fetisch short stories covering everything from pantyhoses to feet and more.
The pretty girl looked at me briefly, then rolled her eyes and said, "No." She turned back to her friend and kept talking. "Look, can you leave us alone?" the pretty girl said. "Trudy, my god, what are you…" her friend started, looking like she didn’t know whether to laugh or be shocked. "Anyway, he’s not much bothered by the smell, so I guess his only problem is that he looks pretty stupid with a foot in his face. Christ, I think he is actually going to stay there. I was sweating and it felt like my only working senses were smell and vision, while the rest of my brain had stopped working, as if her foot had shut my system down.
This took the form of us playing with each other, me with my hand up her school or netball skirt and between her legs, feeling and fingering her little pussy through her knickers till they started to get wet while she would stroke me through my jeans. Being an extremely responsive little girl, Susie was soon writhing against the fingers playing with her nipples, so keeping one hand on her nipples, I slowly slipped the other down over the front of her short skirt then under it, not stopping till my fingers were against the lovely soft smooth white cotton of her knickers.
As she drank I stared at her calves and her sneakers trying to imagine what her feet looked like and smelled like...dare I even think what they tasted like? The young woman walked over and sat in a small spot of grass near the kiddie sprinkler fountain. All I could do was stare at her feet and her socks tucked neatly inside her jogging shoes. So I sat and watched as the young woman started her car and drove slowly down the driveway of the park until she was totally out of sight. I then began to give myself a handjob right there in the car with the lovely smelly sock carefully covering my dick as I stroked it.
“A pretty little kitty shouldn't wear such restrictive things, her soft paws don't need to be covered like that.” He had held and stroked her toes making her whimper slightly...damn she was horny! She rocked on his hand, mewling and panting, and when she heard him rumble quietly, “What a good little kitty you are,” she came again, shocking herself into falling forward to press her face into the cushion and grinding her hips against his fingers. When he held her hips she knew he was going to take her; the size of the cock pushing into her made her yelp and turn to look at him, her eyes wide at the feeling of being filled.
We all want to see what look like down there." Evelyn nodded her head towards Lucy's crotch. "Let's have a look shall we," said Evelyn."Now please pull your panties down for us Lucy. "Lucy, I want you to repeat after me: I will pull down my panties and show you all my pubic hairs Mrs Wilkins." "Perhaps you would like a little rest Lucy," said Evelyn How about you sit down in that seat over there." She gestured back towards Mark's recently vacated armchair. Mark lowered his head and started sniffing around the entire area of Lucy's open vagina, the course pubic hairs tickling his face. "That is what a Korean girl's bum hole look like you dirty filthy pervert!" shouted Lucy.
She soon turned into vapor, and he found himself in bed in his dorm room on top of a twitching and quaking girl with his softening cock buried in her mouth._ "I want you to sleep on me and fuck my mouth all night just like Diane said you did to her." Facing Doug, Alice said, "Will you sleep on me like Diane said you did at the Feminists Now meeting?" "I didn't sleep on Diane at any Feminists meeting..." said Doug. "Look," said Doug, "I'll sleep on Tawanda tonight. With Tawanda tied to his bed exactly as Diane had been a few days earlier, Doug headed to the shower down the hall to get ready for bed...
"Ain't no girls in here tonight." DJ was right, there wasn't a female in the place; but it was the end of footbowl season and the bar was filling up with guys to watch the Superball game on the big-screen TV. The thought to herself, "After Duane lost his job because of that fight with that honkey boss what said, 'Welfare is just the gov'ment's way of keepin' us from gettin' ahead by keepin' us hooked on their handout,' it would feel so right to make a white guy kiss my ass and drink my piss! After countless beers, Latoya just couldn't keep her balance on Ralph's head any longer and slid off and staggered back over to the sofa and went to sleep.
Still kneeling you affectionately apply baby oil to my skin with your strong hands slipping your fingers skillfully into me fucking me exquisitely while you begin to circle my navel languidly with your tongue, biting my waist sensuously, kissing my hips reverently then using your hot stiff tongue replacing your fingers instead parting my pussy smoothly and plunging inside until your soft full lips press mine. “You make me feel so good” I moan and just when I think I have reached the pinnacle of my pleasure and I cannot go any higher you move me to the floor laying me down arranging my legs over your shoulders your chest against my thighs aggressively punishing my pussy delivering with all your strength each thrust penetrating me deeper each time than the last burying the plum colored head of your cock further into my pink depths.
I was to attend the winter formal I needed to wear a long gown and leg covering for it was winter time. I remember looking at myself and with one hand rubbing a nipple and my other over the silky crotch. Every time my legs rubbed together or the silky sheet caught my nylon encased toes I felt sexual bolts of pleasure between my legs. With my eyes closed I continued to play with my breast and let my self explore my pussy further.The crotch of my pantyhose had gotten so wet that I thought the thin material would give way to my probing fingers.
I tried to protest, but all that came over my lips was a feeble, “Oh!” when her hand lifted up my skirt, ever so slowly, and then her other hand went to my exposed thigh, touched it and sneaked upwards in slow motion, until it was finally pressing down rhythmically on my pussy. “You can tell them the room’s already taken,” she told me, and when I didn’t respond immediately, she pushed down hard on my crotch and drew a whimper from me that carried all the embarrassment, shock and - my heart started to beat like mad when I realized what these emotions were - arousal that I suddenly felt.
I make a mess of it every time." Moving right along, "Now Laurel, you're going to be over on the bed, about here." I patted the mattress as she shed her robe and revealed nothing additional to the spiked black stiletto heels she was wearing. "Point it dead center so that the tip just goes into her shadow zone...Try flattening the feather so we can see it's a feather...Now give it a tilt...Now sideways..." I snapped each variety, then composed the shot so that Katie's feather-wielding hand was aimed directly at Laurel's snatch, and perfectly centered within the border of Laurel's bare thighs and buttock curves overlaid with the sharp black stiletto heels and tangled lace.
To Somali folks living in the Confederation of Canada as well as Somalia, a Somali woman converting to Christianity to marry a white guy would seem scandalous. Oh, and he walked around with Carleton University women's rugby player Beatrice O'Malley, a red-haired white chick from the City of Calgary, Alberta. I smiled coldly at Beatrice as I continued talking to Amir about the Christian faith and its growing influence in traditionally Muslim countries such as Lebanon and Iran. Being raised in England by a white couple turned him into a decent, friendly and open-minded guy as far as religion and women's rights was concerned.
After about fifteen minutes of friendly introductions, the ladies settled into the living room and the men headed out to the kitchen. It did strike me as a bit unusual that it was the men working in the kitchen and the ladies lounging in the living room, but what the hell--it's not 1950 anymore. Sitting on the sofa was Debbie, sipping a white Russian and nonchalantly smoking a rather large cigar, as though it were the most normal thing in the world. Like I said, if you're a good boy, you'll be rewarded." She then blew cigar smoke in my face and laughed. Debbie just smiled again, took a deep drag, and blew some more cigar smoke in my face.
I looked to Mary and Joe's room and saw her getting undressed. As my wife continued to suck me fast and hard; I felt myself cumming just as I looked to the door and saw Mary fresh from the shower watching us. My cock got hard again as I listened to her talk so dominantly I continued licking that cum-filled pussy of hers as she started fingering that cum filled clit. She felt the cum land on her back and asked if I wanted her to fuck Joe. I took my face away from her pussy long enough to say yes… yes I did. He started fucking my wife like a man determined to rip her in half, I heard him tell Katie that he was going to cum inside her.
Karen felt that admitting to her boyfriend Rod how badly she had been treated by her mother, Marian, at a time when Karen was coming of age at 19, was worth the embarrassment since it cemented her shared experience with Rod. Her boyfriend had suffered under similar maternal dominance, although Barbara's exercise of authority over her 19-year-old son had been less focused on humiliating him. Karen realized that this man truly loved her and that her hitherto cold attitude induced by Marian's wretched parental style had been slowly moved into a place where she was beginning to cherish Rod's affections, while all the while enjoying the ability to exercise her talents as a domme insofar as he was concerned.
And as if she had staged this little presentation, which she really hadn't, being an experienced teacher and thus always able to rise to the occasion, Gail withdrew her trusty ruler from her middle desk drawer and displayed it to the now somewhat frightened seven pupils, especially Deborah James, whose blue panties remained on display. "I should spank you just for wearing those things." She quickly marked their cards with a pass and waved all seven students off—"You may all go and let's make sure you keep on behaving yourselves so Miss Smithers doesn't put you on report again." The pupils quietly filed out, clutching the cards on their way to their next class.
While her mistress had naught but scales on her legs, her elf wore gray hose that fit like second skin and soft brown boots. As a portion of Kinera's power flowed into the elf through the collar, the once slim and delicate looking Archmage of Avendale was transformed into a perfect fusion of raw sexual presence and physical prowess. After a moment, the lip-like openings began to drool and a long pointed tongue snaked out from her left tit. He deposited his other conquest into the corrupted elf's right tit-mouth, stuffing the lesser demoness whole into a mass of flesh larger than she as her own transformation began to claim her fractured sanity.
I was walking around the east end of Ottawa the other day when I saw that punk-ass fool named Wilfred Augustine. He's a sorry-ass Haitian punk who kind of looks like Miles Davis, only uglier and shorter. Wilfred's eyes widened when she saw the shiny black strap-on dildo. Wilfred began sucking my strap-on dildo, and I sighed in pleasure. I swear my pussy twitched at the sight of this Black man on his knees before me, obediently sucking on my strap-on dildo just like I told him to. He's sucking that dildo like he's got some kind of experience with this sort of thing. I told Wilfred nonchalantly that I was going to fuck his ass with my strap-on dildo once he got done sucking it.
It makes me want to beg for them to be touched, but I’m too wrapped up in what he’s doing to me. I can feel the cool air hit my puckered little hole, making me want to clench my cheeks shut, but he keeps them open. I can feel him bury his tongue deeper inside my ass, the buzzing hard on my clit, my moans howling with the wind. I feel my heart race again; I know he’s finally going to fuck me like a good slut. I feel the winds strong; blowing over us, the heat of our bodies with the mixed coldness of the wind teasing my skin makes me cry through it.
I knew exactly what kind of Victoria's Secret panty best suited me and was my favorite: Cotton Lingerie high-leg briefs, size M. When she bent down to pick something up, I saw a pair of sky blue panties with cherries on it showing off the top of her pants. I picked ten pairs of Cotton Lingerie size M high-leg brief panties and placed them in my shopping bag. After I tried on all of them, I picked up the sky blue panty with cherries, slipped it onto my crotch, and began to leak pre-cum into it while I pulled at the front part of the waistband to rub my throbbing penis with it as I laid on my back.
I told her just over a year ago that I wanted to be her full time house husband and slave. "When you told me you wanted me to fuck another man, confided your fantasy to me, who'd have thought we'd be on this path. He wanted my pussy by my lover wouldn't let him have me that way, only my mouth and my butt. I felt the dread and apprehension of going into to face my boss on Monday, face him for the first time knowing that he knows all about me and my submissive role in my marriage, knowing he is my wife's and now my by default Master.
Oh god your breasts feel like they're on fire, you almost beg for them to be touched, your nipples stick out and he discovers this as soon as his hands search there. You start to unzip his fly to release his cock, and as his hand reaches your panties you expose him to the air, and begin to stroke him slowly, his fingers worm their way into your damp panties, his fingers getting coated in your juices. Moving in for another kiss he presses against you, and you part your legs further, one of his hands holds the crotch of your panties to one side, and you guide his erect cock into you.
Betsy took the pitcher from me and put it under one of the heavy pendulous globes and, with her free hand, showed me how to force the milk from her breast. Do you like the way I am milking your tits while you play with that dirty slut pussy?" I asked her in a low growl. my pussy is so wet for you," the big tittied slut moaned again, spreading her legs wide, and asked in a pleading voice, "Please, Master, do me now, please do me now!" Betsy screamed like a woman in a horror movie as the orgasm ripped through her, turning her insides to jelly and her pussy into a molten pool of steaming sauce.
He groaned with pleasure, but said, “No hands allowed on the next test.” Then he added, “I’ll let you do it here, though, for practice." She nodded, cock still in her mouth, and contimued sucking and pumping her hand. She sighed and put it back into her mouth, this time going down on it further, causeing the butler to moan. He looked at her pink nipples and didn’t need the help of demonic powers to make himself hard again. As soon as the words were out of her mouth Remley growled low in his throat and started fucking her harder than he had before. “So, Nyla,” he said to the pouting princess, “What was that about spelling practice?”