Erotic Fetish stories
A large collection of fetisch short stories covering everything from pantyhoses to feet and more.
Suzette's eyes glazed as she watched her Norma being fingered so casually " Yes, you may fuck her, Samantha, as much as you want"... " Suzette once again took hold of Samantha's throbbing cock and slid the shaft into Norma's wet pussy. "I want you to cum hard on my shecock Norma so I can slip it up little Suzette's ass" Samantha said. " Norma felt Suzette's lips on her nipples and Samantha's cock probing deep inside her. The sensations of being pinned against the wall by Suzette's body coupled with Samantha's attention to her breasts made Norma shiver in orgasm yet again as she felt Suzette's cum oozing out of her pussy and down her legs.
Again I raise the cord and bring it down on your other breast and again you feel the oddness of the upraised whip hand followed by a gentle wet touch. Each time I whip the pasta down on you, you feel the flinch reflex but suppress it, knowing that if you squirm too much, you will break the pasta binding you and the mood. The "blows" rain down on your breasts, your pussy, your ass, and your belly, and the visual sensation of being thoroughly whipped combines with the physical sensation of being gently licked all over, and with almost a total absence of sound. At this point, the candle in your ass has burned itself out, and you almost relax, realizing that the hot wax sensation will be removed.
She started playing with herself as she watched him clean off his still hard cock and as he started to leave the bathroom, she huffed, "John, just cause you got off doesn't mean I don't need to get fucked. The wolf stroked his cock a bit more as Jessica stood up still playing with her pussy. She felt herself lift off the ground as the wolf stood up and put her legs over his arms and held her up as he fucked her against the bathroom door. She felt the wolf split her legs and she grabbed the towel rack for support as he kept plowing his cock in and out of her with increased speed.
As my Mistress turned the plug back and forth, I continued with my immolation, attempting to look back at her. I had little to look forward to anyway, as my Mistress promised the plugs would soon be bigger and longer. I gagged and wretched a bit, but sudden stern looks from my Mistress helped somewhat; not with the retching, but my chewing and swallowing. I want to get some shots of you at the door and in the hallway," my Mistress said going for a device made to aid the development of a person's shame. My Mistress let her friend enter, then reached down and took my boner in her left hand.
Carol did not even think about what she was doing as her hand seemed to travel of its own will to unzip his pants, but once her fingers drew his stiff organ out into the air, she allowed herself to think that she could not even remember ever having wanted something so much as she wanted to feel the best man's cock fill her sloppy wet cunt. She was tempted to keep going, to lavish his flesh with kisses, to lick all around that silky outer layer of skin that remained soft even when a cock got totally engorged, to feel Jerry's great gobs of goo smack against the roof of her mouth and flood her throat, but she knew they had limited time, and knew also that she needed him to fill her, not just with his flesh, but with his seed.
He was calling to set up a time for me to meet Miss Sinclaire in her office. I thought about asking the secretary if Miss Sinclaire was out, wondering if I should come back. Fifteen minutes later Miss Sinclaire emerged from the hallway, reaching out her hand. "I'm an executive Vice President, I'm not going to quit my job to become an executive assistant." I wanted to step back into my role as the big man, as the Vice President... I sat there, on my knees, stroking myself, looking up at her. This was a weekly conference call with all of Miss Sinclaire's Executive Assistants from around the world calling to report in, give status updates, and take orders.
It wasn't long before she got on the couch and started kissing Michelle. Grace jumped off Michelle pushing her down on the couch and got down on the carpet right in front of me blocking my view. I took over a million mental pictures of Michelle's pussy covered with her juice and Grace's saliva. As I stared one last time before retiring to bed and taking matters into my own hands, Grace's door opened slightly, but she didn't come out. I licked around her wetness, sucked her folds, French kissed her vertical lips, speared my tongue as far inside her as I could, and when I started giving her broad tongue strokes I felt her hands grabbing my hair pulling me slightly upwards.
Back in the car, the rag top lowered with my bared bottom back on the coarse hessian seat Mistress told me to pull the front of my dress up to expose my thighs above the stocking tops and then gutter crawled along a busy street so that the pedestrians could gawk at my slutty demander. A tall woman dressed in boots, jeans and a checked shirt appeared, locked a dog collar with a chain attached around my neck and lead me along a path, through a door and into a large room that was just a small part of what I realized must be huge barn.
We started by kissing and before I knew it her small slender soft hands were wrapped around my dick. It felt incredible to be inside of her mouth, she pulled it out and jerked me off faster and faster, I moaned her name and then erupted in a explosion of cum. I tried to hold backing cumming for so long, after ten whole minutes to my amazement she was still blowing me and the pleasure was to great and I came all over her face and in her mouth. She went faster and faster until finally I came all over her feet, I was gasping for air the pleasure was so great, I felt this extreme tingle across my cock, she was sliding her soles over it to get the cum off.
This is to say, when a Pony was harnessed close-carriage (this will be explained later) the ‘crop’ used would be a foot-long, inch-and-a-half wide strap attached to a six-inch wooden handle, since the Pony’s hindquarters would literally be at arm’s length to the driver. This form of ‘chariot driving’ with the Pony’s hindquarters in close proximity, and within easy reach of the ‘crop’, is most popular and these small ‘chariots’ are generally used when Pony Girls are being raced singly against each other. Incidentally, when Pony Girls are at work, whether it be Exercising, Jaunting or Racing, they wear little bells attached to small rings threaded through the nipples.
Having for once to take a different bus to my schoolmates I decided to sit at the back and in the corner, curling up on the seat. I lay content to just look out of the window for the rest of the journey, absently staring at oncoming traffic. As his one hand stroked his prominent organ, his other inched along my sensitive inner thigh and disappeared under my plaid skirt. As I did this the bus stopped and the stranger got off. He didn't bother to glance back at me, and when the bus set off again he didn't look up once as I peered through the window. As he walked, he looked down to the ground, with his hands in his pockets, seemingly lost in his own world.
A picture came through of Krystal with a scoop neck blouse on and I could clearly see that her tits were not burdened by a bra. We got to her apartment and she turned to me as she opened the door that I needed to kiss her for real if I wanted in her apartment. Krystal told me that she had camera set up and could see into the woman's bedroom she wanted to watch fuck her. We walked to the door and Krystal was still naked we kissed passionately and she said very loudly by daddy. I smiled and said slut know when you see me from now on that your tits cannot be in a bra and that you will kiss my cock as a sign that you are my slut.
He managed to pin an arm behind her, and held her there for a long time, his tongue penetrating her mouth, r****g the kiss from her lips. He continued kissing her, twining his fingers in her blond hair, thrusting his tongue into her unresisting mouth, even as his other hand slipped across her chest and began cupping a breast. And the sensation, the incredible sensation of sliding your hard cock inside her steamy, freshly fucked pussy, filled with someone else’s cum, so slick and hot, and fucking her until her eyes glaze over with lust and her cunt is spasming around your dick, milking it, working it until you shoot into her, making her legs stiffen, her pretty feet point and curling her toes, there is nothing else like it.
Tim grabbed the base of my cock hard, and with his other hand he started I could feel Tim move, and then I felt his cock at my mouth. 'Mmmmm, good boy.' Tim pulled away from my mouth. 'I said no boy' Tim took his hands off of my and ripped the vibrator out. 'You need to focus on me more Markboy.' I could feel Tim getting up, 'I said hold it boy!' Tim's hand didn't stop though. resisting, I felt Tim lean over me and whisper in my ear, 'Ok Markboy, cum good boy' Tim said as he unhooked me and carried me away. Help me turn this sofa into a bed, boy.Are you going to unlock my cock
As I got closer to the punch bowl, I realized that the girl had a hand between her legs and was stroking the guy's exposed cock as he opened his black robe slightly. His friend looked down at him as he moved towards the girl, "Dude, seriously, not cool." The friend wore a pig costume and had left the head on the pool patio near the diving board. I thought to myself what a strange party as I slid my fingers between my legs and start playing with myself as the bear fucked the school girl. I stopped and looked at the piggy and his handsome cock ready for a rider and thought about his friend, the bear, fucking that unconscious girl.
While I removed my lower half of clothing, she put a cigarette between her lips and sat down in a chair, staring me down. My dick stood tall and hard and I couldn't keep myself from touching it. Her fingers grabbed onto my face as she gripped my chin and threw my head back. An unexpected smack to the face came my way. Hungrily I licked at her wetness as her hand forced my head forward. It felt like she was ripping it out of my head as she pulled and smacked my face. "Not bad," she exclaimed as she got off my face and slowly sat down on my hard cock. If three fingers hurt your poor little ass, be ready for a lot of pain bitch."
Once, as he lifted my leg to place yet another shoe, he pulled my foot into his crotch and rubbed it around. I spread my legs slowly so that he could get a good view up my skirt and into the crotch of my panties. My legs were spread open, my skirt had risen way up my thighs, exposing the tops of my hose, my garters and my pantied crotch. Although I loved that hard cock in my mouth, I wanted to feel it in my pussy. I felt it ooze out of my mouth and onto the shaft of his pulsating cock as I continued to stroke him.
Then, as we got onto the bus, a girl, I guess who Katie knew, cut in front of her. First I did a palm strike," I said as I demonstrated the move almost hitting Katie in the face but stopping short. "I've always wanted to see what's it's like to be fucked up the ass," Katie said. As we stuck the carrot between us and slowly eased it into our pussies, I popped the grape into my mouth, then locked lips with Katie. After resting for about ten minutes in which time Katie went to the bathroom, I grabbed the chocolate syrup and hid in the closet.
I arrived home a bit early from work and thought I would surprise my husband of fifteen years. Strangely, and embarrassingly, I was also feeling very turned on by the sight of my husband spanking that beautiful young girl's bare ass (evidenced by my sopping wet panties!). He said that he wasn't having sex with her at all, only spanking her bare bottom and providing discipline. One thing that came out of this is that Dave admitted that the reason our sex life has been so amazing in the past year is due to these sessions; they have helped him become a better lover.
The sounds she makes, the way she looks, the feel of her skin, the taste of her mouth, the smell of her body. Charlotte's pussy is so wet it makes a slopping sound as she makes her way down to the base of my cock. Don't you fucking cum." She practically screams these words at me and spittle from her wet lips fly at my face. "It smells like my Charlotte and I fucking love it." This time, I can't stop myself. "I'm gonna cum now baby." I pump even harder, but she's not responding with her own thrusts yet. Just then she leans down and whispers into my ear, as if telling me a secret, "I like smelling my ass on your face.
The crowd was cheering for every new piercing she received, while Samantha was close to tears from the pain and unfair questions. The red skinned devil woman gave her a smile and said " You're going to be so tired tomorrow, little kitten. Fingers with fingernails that looked more like claws suddenly pinched her nipples and Samantha groaned into the villainess mouth. Encouraged Samantha let her tongue glide over the devils big clit a few times before sticking her tongue deep inside her pussy and swirling it around making sure to hit all the spots that made the devil quiver and moan right into her muff. A whim came over Hellheel and she stuck a heeled foot into Samanthas face, who had no choice but to breathe in the scent.
As I reach the juncture of your two legs, I quickly pull my hands out from below your skirt, bend you forward hard and focibly. "Lets get something straight here, you will adress me as 'Master' or 'Sir', and when I enter the room you will be expected to be in posithion 1:Legs spread wide, hands behind your head, chest out, eyes down. ř, 6, 7" by now I am beginning not to feel the pain so much which you see and so step it up a little, Ŝ,9, are you ready slut?" U caress my ass and reach your fingers down between my leg and feel my wetness.
Where usually I would just do it without thinking but now each time I forgot and rubbed my feet together or flexed my cute toes I got a bit aroused. I slipped my feet out of my loose flats flexing my toes rubbing my feet against each other trying to reduce the hornyness I felt. "Karen" I said curling my toes in my flats to try to stop the arousing feelings. He frantically undid his jeans and exposed a large bulge in his white boxers I felt his cock closer flexing my toes over it pressing feeling the unbelievable pleasure I could now feel though my feet. Shawn moved my feet back a bit so only my toes were on his hard shaft.
I see what you wear, and I can certainly wear and feel comfortable in anything you think I'll like." That Angela thought ought to trap Vonda into a full retreat on everything she said both yesterday and today, but to her surprise Vonda took her up on her suggestion. Brandon sat at the head, with Vonda on one side and Angela on the other. "Well Angela, I believe you said you wanted Vonda to help you choose a new wardrobe? In fact, tonight she would take Brandon down a new sexual path; a path where Angela would be able to gain what she believed would be even greater control over her emotionally besotted husband. Angela took her chained hands and opened them, palms up, toward Brandon.