Erotic Fetish stories
A large collection of fetisch short stories covering everything from pantyhoses to feet and more.
I opened up my "Mistress Sophia" hangout, eager to continue a conversation that has been ongoing for quite some time. I was close to orgasm, but I knew from previously experience that Mistress Sophia would not be pleased if I came without permission, so I stopped after fifteen spanks. And I pulled the chain so the clamps would be out of the way, so I could spank myself harder!" I was proud of that last part, hoping she would again see my initiative in pleasing her. "You are to get your large butt plug, insert it, and crawl around your study 5 times while spanking your cunt and ass. My clitoris is hard, swollen, aching, the way it feels when I've had a couple of orgasms and get aroused again.
I had hope my Master cannot resist what he sees there so he would lick my wet pussy, maybe even ask me to pee for him, but he don't seem to be in the right mood yet. Demanding my attention, he says, "High time, you dirty whore, that your Master teaches you only to pee, shit and cum when he allows you to do so. As loud as my trembling voice allows me, I respond, "Master, you have to teach your slave that she has to ask her Master for permission to pee, shit and cum." It feels so good when my Masters warm pee hits my back and runs down my body, along my butt and down my legs.
to do that and kiss James till we both got very hard and horny. The first envelope said that she would like to see me kiss James's cock, stripped, I was to kneel down, and kiss James's cock, and when the porch the "old guy" and James would be known as the "tall boy" and Nick would be short boy's cock." Auntie said that we'd change the old guy's name to When James (tall boy) and I were nude, Mistress wanted to see two boys We held the kiss for several minutes, and Mistress told Mistress told me to kneel down, and kiss her feet. and our legs spread just a bit, in case Mistress wanted to feel our balls
Ming stood over me pushing her pelvis forward for Amy to lick at her pussy so I started touching her bare bottom, squeezing and running a wet finger up and down her crack. Piss on us both, come on Luc," Amy said pausing between licks and pulling me into a sitting position, leaving me buried inside her to the hilt, face to face while Ming stood between us, slightly squatting and gyrating her hips. Amy slid slowly out and kissed me tenderly, letting me taste all the juices spread over her face, her hot breath warming my neck as Ming sucked me. "Okay, let me in." I said brushing Ming aside and rubbing my cock against Amys' pussy.
Tom: Bree, don’t you find it strange that I look a lot like your dad? I took my cock in my hand and slowly rubbed the head up and down between the wet lips of her pussy. Tom leaned over and put his mouth near her ear and spoke to her: Daddy needs you to be a good girl. Tom: I need to make sure you will always be my good little girl. On the nights she wanted to experience the daddy-fantasy, she would come to me several hours beforehand and hand me this toy. The cock in your little pussy is your real daddy. After a few stunned moments, Bree screamed: YES, DADDY, MAKE ME CUM.
A few weeks came and went and Karen was constantly thinking about Matt, she couldn't get his look at her feet out of her mind. Another, two young apprentices were kneeling next to her at her table looking at something on the PC screen which she enjoyed taking much pleasure in "It's where you boys belong", she said to Maureen sitting across from her "at my feet." That moment that evening had given Karen a new found confidence and started to feel sexy in her own skin which amazed her. Over the next few days Karen would be transfixed by the thought of Matt being alone with her but the one thing she didn't think about was what she would do if they actually were alone; get him to rub her feet?
It was getting late so Nancy took Brian off to her room. Brian started helping nancy out of her clothes. Brian relaxed and felt for Nancy was laying on the bed. Nancy took his cock out of her mouth." Fuck me. The next morning Brian and Nancy had a quick round of sex. he was really enjoing it Lynn worked two of her fingers up into his ass. After his second shower Brian used Lynn's Jeep to take her and Nancy to I am going to miss the girls at Bikini Brew a coffee cart just a couple of blocks from work. ( Authors note: Yes in Portland there are coffee carts where the girls wear
Long flowing black hair, big dark green eyes, smooth caramel colored skin, white even teeth and the softest most angelic voice you had ever heard. "You better swallow like the good little slut I know you are," she commanded hoarsely. I felt the big fat head of her cock push against my ass. She knew I was a masochist, "You wouldn't look very manly with a fat cock up your ass as you moan like a little school girl would you?" I was bouncing on her cock and indeed moaning as she humiliated me. My scream soon joined hers as my cum splattered onto her big tits and stomach. of a years worth of cum from my fat balls." I couldn't wait.
Every day Miss Saunders came to the school in a similar outfit, a blue or dark purple blouse, long, black, smart trousers, black flats and black socks. He would spend most of his time staring at his teacher, and the way she walked around the classroom, those delicate feet locked away in her attractive, smart shoes, her black socks soaking up all her sweat. He started at her calves and gently rubbed, working his way down past her heel, her arch and then the sweaty toes he had dreamt of seeing for a very long time. Gary sat there, looking at her perfectly shaped toes, and toenails which had been painted black, to match her socks.
(By now I'm sure you understand that, for the evening, I am their cock-sucking urinal.) Then Sir K filled my mouth, and my belly, with his warm tangy piss. By the time I sucked off Sir R, and swallowed every drop of his precious cum, I needed to use the toilet myself. As I got into position, Master reached under the table and placed a bowl on the floor near his feet. A bit later, while I was sucking Sir J's cock for the third time that night, another problem arose. Then I went back like a good slave and finished licking Sir R's piss off the floor.
Mrs. Stevenson then said, 'Right I'm going to sit on the sofa, fetch me some 5 and 6 inch high heel and let me try them on.' I tottered along the racks finding the ones she wanted. Mrs. Stevenson looked over at Mrs. Wyles and said, 'What do you think, shall I make him cum with my shoes and make him lick them clean afterwards'. Mrs. Stevenson then said, 'Right its my turn now, I don't know how were going to manage this but I want both nipples sucked, I want a 6 inch high heel in my cunt and another in my arse and Roberts cock in my mouth'.
Turns me on to no end since I always get to rub her legs and feet when she gets home. She comes home from work, we eat dinner and lounge around watching TV and I rub her feet and legs. So she gets me honeymoon hard with her feet and just keeps stroking real slow with her back to me. She likes big dicks that are all purple and ready to burst, so she puts the squeeze on the base with the wrapped around hose leg. Well that was it, but it was so erotic to be in the dark going to bed and to have her put her pantyhose covered feet all over me.
My cock got hard, as it always does when I have a plug in me, but it was hard inside the rubber tube in the suit, which was making it point downwards, so it wasn't too comfortable. I felt fully hard inside the tube, but I couldn't feel her hand on the outside of the suit. I noticed she still hadn't changed for the party, and still hadn't explained, but I couldn't ask her why not, and I don't think she would like it if I took the hood off the suit. You got something kinky going on inside that hood too?" She felt around the back of my suit, fiddling with the zips, then said, "So where's the keys then?"
As a breastfeeding counsellor, I always tell the women in my groups, 'there are two types of men: those who love mother's milk and those who hate it.' That may seem a rather broad and sweeping statement, but having breastfed six children over three decades and five cultures my personal experience and stories of others bear it out. It is about the unique gift I gave to a one-night stand: the fulfilment of his fantasy to drink mother's milk. After that night I received several messages and phone calls from him begging for another chance, but I had moved on to a man more my own age, who although not appreciative of mother's milk could take better care of my needs as a woman.
She turned to see that the door was open -(something that never happened) and a handsome man with salt and pepper hair was looking right at her. Her blouse hit the floor and his hands grabbed at her swollen breasts. As Melissa slid her butt onto his desk, he lowered his head to her fully erect nipple. He pushed the top of her breast down hard and a burst of warm, sweet milk hit the back of his throat. His hair was tickling her chest, his hands roughly forcing her breast milk from her body. Her leaking tits were red from being man handled but she grasped one of her nipples, pulled it away from her body and pressed her breast up with her palm.
The popping sound I heard earlier came back, looking down my body saw my legs get smooth and hairless, my butt became more heart shaped, my short slightly curly brown hair started to grow long and think stopping just past my shoulders. Then I grabbed the outline of his hardening cock through his pants licked my lips and slowly with my free hand started unfastening his pants. I started to feel him convulse as he quickly pulled out aimed his drooling cock to my tits and came so hard he blasted what seemed like a gallon of cum spilling over each boob and trickling down my stomach.
Then Vixen went down on her knees, with Battler Babe's head still trapped in between – and Cindy could not help crying out, as her mother's skull suffered the impact of a kneeling piledriver! Vixen was showing off tremendous strength, being able to hold Battler Babe's struggling body upright like that in a kneeling position. Now both of them were on their knees, as in Greco-Roman wrestling, and Battler Babe's head was under Vixen's right armpit, her large arms trapped at a painful angle above. The twisting of Vixen's leg muscles were terrifying for Cindy to behold, knowing as she did that they were ravaging Battler Babe's battered abdominals.
He slowly began to unzip my jeans and began pulling them down my legs “We are outside take me inside your house if you are going to strip me.” I said, what if someone drives by?” but he continued to pull my jeans off, I stepped out of them, and stood in front of him in my wet panties, and my white top. Mark said “Tammy out here where we can all watch.” I looked up to see Tammy slowly moving out from behind the shrub, and then she slowly started to pull down on the belt that was around her waist.
Terry toweled himself dry in his room, trying to forget his mother, no, Mom..." Terry mumbled, thinking that his dream had been more Sheila's words hit Terry like a ton of bricks. "Well, Terry, did you screw the little thing?" Sheila asked wantonly. "Not exactly..." Terry said, his cock dripping with lust for his mother. "Does your cock get big and hard in her mouth, darling?" she asked. "Am I making you horny?" Sheila asked, feeling her cunt moisten. so horny?" Terry felt the shaft of his cock "Yeah, Mom, you did!" Terry said, unable to lie to his mysterious and isn't supposed to make him horny!" Terry said, looking deeply into his wickedly, imagining the size of Terry's excited cock and balls.
I was lying on my stomach and he took that chance to mount me and started grinding his cock into my ass. It didn't take long for him to reach to the point of no return when he suddenly took his right arm and pulled his dick out trough his boxers and shot a huge amount of cum on the back of my panties spewing into on my ass crack and back, His body shook with each blast till he was out of breath. He started humping me this time with one hand on my ass cheek caressing and groping it. I guess what stunned me was when he started pulling my panties down as I tried to move away and wiggle my ass show my hesitancy.
His mistress had coldly ordered him to alluringly display the only thing she considered noteworthy - his physical assets - to a prospective buyer, an incredible wealthy woman, patiently waiting outside on her porch. The woman was in a playful mood and continued to tease him along the edge of his delicate panties and then slowly lowered them exposing his magnificent manhood. Of course chemical inhibitors or blockers to make him docile and shy like a pubescent boy have suppressed and manipulated parts of his brain functions. Finally she was able to tear away her eyes from his beautiful organ and was taken aback when she saw his slightly flushed face, rationalizing he must still feel immense humiliation, despite the chemical suppressants.
"God that feels so good i wish i had a tongue on them" Heather moaned as Jenn worked her fingers in deep and then leaned over and gave each sole a quick peck before sitting back and sliding her feet next to Heather's so all Chris could do was lay and stare at 4 dirty feet. "God what a nice round ass chris..bet you do a lot of lunges" Heather giggled as Jenn got in front of Chris and put both her feet right in front of his mouth. Chris pressed the tip against Jenn's hole as moaned "Fuck me right in my ass you little foot boy" as Heather spread her cheeks and Chris and Heather watched as Jenn's asshole opened and the head popped inside her asshole.
For me, though, learning to master this practice also involved inevitably dealing with the thing that turned me on the most, and sort of keeping that at bay in order to avoid cumming before I wanted to. October, I discovered on that first October visit, was the month that Maya practiced a sort of restraint, kind of a pagan version of Lent or Eid. In October she wanted to go without her favorite things, in order to build her own character. Telling me to stop wasn't helping relieve the pressure for her, and she had taken to laughing loudly every time she was close to cumming, which seemed to help her avoid orgasm for a minute or so.
Ellen swam in heart-racing euphoria as she felt Lady Anira's thighs touch her buttocks, her belly and breasts touch her back, her nose nuzzle through her long hair to clear a path for her lips to touch the back of her neck. No, Mistress!" Ellen shot forward quickly and slammed her legs shut as Anira gave a playful tug under her clit, but it was too late -- a little trickle ran down her lips and onto the toilet seat, where it pooled under her thighs. Ellen reluctantly obeyed, pulled her legs gently apart and lifted her buttocks from the seat so that Anira could wipe the warm flannel over her dampened flesh, returned her body to the wet seat as she withdrew it and tossed it into the washing basket.