Erotic Fetish stories
A large collection of fetisch short stories covering everything from pantyhoses to feet and more.
"Is Kathy home yet?" Karen asked, wondering if Jamie's sister, for whom he had little use because his own growing up years had been ruined by the cruelty with which Kathy and his mother had treated him, had secured a job. When Kathy told her, she took the slightly older woman in her arms and held her tight and assured her that she and Jamie loved her in spite of everything and that they would make sure she got the right position soon. "You can stay here," Karen said, knowing Jamie would not be happy, "but expect that Claire may want you in her house on a weekend now and then."
She looked just like a doll, she just didn’t talk which wasn’t a bad thing. I just smirked at the customer and then walked over to the doll and put my puny cock into her mouth. I didn't know how I could get my lack of length into the doll's ass. Trying to catch my breath, after freeing my cock from the doll's ass. It felt like five pounds of sausage, as his cock stretched my sphincter. I was looking into the customer’s eyes while I jerked my cock. My cock felt so good in his mouth. Like a wheelbarrow I was moving, one hand in front of the other as they steered me around the room.
Given my status as someone who knew what it took to crack so many different exams, the sisters and their parents paid attention to everything I said about competitive tests as such, and they hung on every syllable I mentioned about the MCAT. I was seeking the approval a twenty year old who had just looked at me with revulsion as she saw me ejaculate while watching a porn video featuring older men and younger women. “All right, Joy,” I said, “whatever I did or didn’t do there, I am really good at coaching students for their MCAT, and your dad really wants you to have that 35!
All he got was a glimpse of her beautiful naked ass in the air, with me pounding away like a mad man as both hands raked polished nails down Mistresses' back! I looked out the side window to see that we were pulling into the long drive way to the mansion and I began fucking her like a stallion in heat, ramming her pussy so hard that it hurt me, but was determined to accomplish my goal before I came. I in turn could not hold off any longer and on its own my right hand slammed down on her beautiful ass cheek three times in a row as my seed jettisoned deep inside her glorious pussy.
A young woman was sitting behind the desk, looking intently at a document, and nervously clicking her pen. As I came in, she looked up at me, giving me one of those formal smiles that I hate so much. “Oh, sure,” she smiled even more formally, and didn’t even look at me this time. Her toes rubbed against my hand, and I pulled back with a start, banging my head against the desk. My hand moved up and started to massage her calf. When I placed my hand over her knee, she clicked the pen a couple of times, but didn’t stop me. She rolled her wheelchair to the door, then looked back over her shoulder and said:
I mean, I know lots of White guys with degrees from schools like Princeton, Yale and Harvard who can't find work in their fields and I'm a Black man making six figures in Tallahassee, Florida. Doesn't matter how big and strong a White guy is, he's got an instinctive fear of Black men. While the White guys played golf and cruised the local clubs for impressionable Chinese sluts and dumb Black women, I was always working. Of course, Nurse Angela Kagame, typical Black woman, got mad at me for wallowing in self-pity. However, Angela told me that a lot of regular guys enjoy having a woman play with their asshole.
"Yes, cum all over my toes...You know you want to..." "Oh yeahhh." "What's my grade, professor?" "C?" "Is that all my feet are worth?" she asked coyly. "Are you sure that's my grade?" "Oh hell...I'll give you anything you want..." I moaned as I knew I was reaching the point of no return, "Just don't stop, Debbie...Anything y-you wan--" I didn't finish my sentence. I watched as what seemed like pints of cum spurted from my cock and oozed oh so beautifully between her toes to the tops of her feet. Debbie continued to slide her feet along my cock even after I let her ankles go. I watched Debbie gather her Keds and to my surprise, she slid on her shoes without cleaning the cum off her toes.
Moaning and reaching for his thighs with her hands, Alice slowly dragged her nails up Aidan’s thighs as she pulled him closer into her body. Groaning, Aidan’s hands pulled her closer to his body, but before he could kiss her again Alice turned her head away. Alice turned the hot water down a bit so they wouldn’t steam to death and continued stroking her hands over Aidan’s hard, solid, tall body. Moaning and continuing to kiss him, Alice allowed the water to splash down on her, adding to the sensations flowing across her body as it contrasted against the feel of Aidan’s hands on her body and his bare skin against hers.
Anyone looking at me sees a six-foot-two, lean and wiry young man with light brown skin, pale gray eyes and curly Black hair. My father told me that he never had any luck with African-American women, that's why he married a Mexican gal. A beautiful young Black woman from the City of Lagos in the African nation of Nigeria. Evelyn was in the graduate studies program at Carleton University, taking up sociology with a focus on women's and gender issues. Over the next few days, Evelyn Mbakwe and I got to know each other better. For a biracial surfer dude born to a Jamaican father and Mexican mother in Los Angeles, California, that's quite a change in both mindset and lifestyle.
I picked up a bottle and started to read the fine print, and then noticed that I was staring at the back of her legs from her butt to her shoes. I can't remember what she told me about the bottle, since I was watching her right shoe as she squatted beside me again, and then noticed I was getting a little show as I turned back to the mirror to grab another bottle. Marisa's right foot came out of her shoe and she pointed her toes down again, giving me a great view of the spread-out caterpillar pressed into the ball of her nylon clad foot.
He loved to spank her, to watch her ass redden and flex beneath his hand, the sound of her moans and watching her body writhe as he brutalized her bottom. Brooke shuddered and writhed, her ass dancing in front of him as she tried to slam her body back onto his cock, yet evade his punishing hand at the same time. He no longer needed to spank her with his hand, his body did it for him as his hips moved away and then thrust forward hard, over and over, slapping into her brutalized flesh as he penetrated deeper and deeper inside of her.
She wondered how much rush hour traffic she’d fight this time on the way home. Just then Jim came up to her and offered his arm, “Hi sexy, table for two on your left honey.” “I wouldn’t think, I’d want to lay you down and make love to you, right then and there, in the sand.” “Oh my sexy darling, I love you more than I did the first time I saw you.” The feel of her pussy lips, the softness of her skin, plus the taste, made him want to lick and suck her cunt indefinitely. “Oh Jim, I love what you're doing, I am close to cumming too. She wrapped her legs around him and screamed, “Oh baby, fuck me harder, it feels so damn good!
Slowly kisses came up your leg, covering your knee and thigh. Kissing my way up the second time you moaned as your legs opened. The whole time you walked fingers were deep inside you, each step continued the pleasure. My fingers moved and pumped as you walked the steps to the bedrooms. In your bedroom we kissed, I felt your tongue in my mouth tasting the juices you made. Kissing you again I felt your hand guiding my cock inside you. Nursing at your breast as my cock moved inside you. Moving up your body we kissed passionately and again I felt your tongue moving in my mouth drinking the remaining love nectar our bodies have made from my lips.
My eyes focus as always on Emily's lovely cheeks and the warm enticing place with its goldenred hair between them. Our mother realized it too, from when she first told Emily, when she became 19, that she was to summon me, make me lift my skirt and lower my underpants, and go across my younger sister's lap and be spanked. She had me lie down in my usual way beneath her -- she was not yet using the seat then -- and as I watched her for the tell-tale twitch I suddenly gasped as her little puckered opening in the rear slowly bulged and then spread open to release a long soft piece that she cut off onto my amazed face.
Danielle..." Doug let out a low groan and shoved deeply into her, she could feel the pulsing of his cock against her tongue and his dark eyes were wild as he pumped what felt like a gallon of cum straight down her throat and into her stomach. "You think you're going to find me more lenient if you behave now?" The amusement in his voice suddenly turned into something like a snarl, the hand on her arm tightening hard enough that she gasped as her head flew up and she looked into his dark eyes, stormy with repressed anger.
“I’m going upstairs to change for bed,” she said, "Fifteen minutes for a clean up and a change into my nightie, then I’ll come down again.” “I’m going to pull your panties down, but only so far, then I’m going to take my peignoir off, you can put it on if you like and then you are going to give me the best fucking that you can, but I don’t expect it to be as good as I want, so you might have to keep trying until you get it right. Sal’ went wild, berserk, she screamed, pushed backwards hard against me, then pulled away a bit before pressing back against me again, her butt hole was gripping my finger as in a vice.
Boko Adewale grimaced as Miss Abdul-Hamid thrust her strap-on dildo into his ass. Hot damn it she loved dominating guys with her strap-on dildos, especially macho Black men like Boko Adewale. Adelaide took the dildo and pushed it deeper inside Boko's ass, watching as the Black man winced. Adelaide Abdul-Hamid licked her lips as she felt the hot, pleasurable stab of Boko Adewale's thick Nigerian cock deep inside her not so tight Lebanese cunt. That's Adelaide was riding Boko Adewale's thick Black cock like her life depended on it. Adelaide Abdul-Hamid shrieked like a madwoman as Boko Adewale's hot cum flooded her tight backdoor. Boko Adewale grabbed his clothes and left, promising Miss Adelaide Abdul-Hamid that he would get the rent on time next month.
Once our panic had faded, Pam smirked at me as she schmoozed, raising the glass to her lips, drinking my cum at a black-tie party. She started to hold out her hand for the drink, directing a knowing smile at me, before she thought better of it and answered Pam with, “No, my dear. “Well, usually when you say that something tastes like piss, it’s not a good thing,” I said mildly from the shower, making sure that the water washed away the last traces of my urine from the bottom of the tub. “You like how it tastes?” I’d asked after she’d lapped up the last drop of semen from my chest.
The piss trickles down my legs slowly, making my skirt slightly darker where it's tucked in. I turn around and face the mirror, watching the pee's path down my legs to tarnish the previously immaculate white socks. The flow gets heavier, and I watch the yellow liquid stream from my pussy, making a huge wet patch on the front of my skirt and utterly soiling those damned knee-highs. I'm overjoyed to find that I can still force a few drops of piss out of my pussy (cumming always makes me have to pee afterwards, at least a little bit), and I pee on the tie as well, leaving it tucked between my legs.
We dressed again and I fitted the satin crotch strap I had worn with my old corset, Megan helping me to cinch it really tight, then kissed goodbye and I went downstairs, changed elevators, the went up to Stan's lofty perch on the top floor. Terri knelt down between my legs and it felt like a vacuum cleaner as she sucked all Stan's cum from my pussy. "You felt so wonderfully tight," said Stan, "The pressure of the corset certainly makes a difference." Several weeks after I started wearing my new corset I was sitting in bed, on Stan, his rigid cock implanted deeply within my love tunnel, watched by Gloria who was waiting to suck me dry once Stan came inside me.
Fitz wanting to tattoo her always did. Fitz stencilled the Gemini tattoo and began to ink it in. Fitz had tattooed her a number of times and had plans to cover her in his work. Amanda loved needle play and Steph had turned into a pain slut. They looked a little like Steph and Amanda. Steph was wet from the tattooing so Fitz could slip right in. “I’m falling in love with your cock, Fitz. A friend of his, a fellow tattoo artist was visiting from interstate and he wanted Steph to meet him. Lucifer plunged his tattooed cock into her wet, waiting hole. After about four orgasms Lucifer came again, this time painting the walls of her cunt with his hot cum.
This incredible vision went on and on and a small timer in the corner of the screen showed that the girl was underwater for over 2 minutes and showing no signs of needing air! Not that she could stay underwater forever, as the timer moved into the 3 minute range and approached 4; she started choking on the water and appeared to be drowning! As he was on the surface a naked woman swam down and gave her air before she started to drown for the second time. This time the man and the woman started fondling each other leaving the girl trapped underwater begging for air with her eyes.
I counted down the last few strokes before she would start the non stop thrust to get inside me. She saw the smile and when I glanced upon her face I saw her smile and she twisted her hand and squeezed my prostate between her fingers and I couldn't stop the rush of come as it launched out of my cock. She grasped my cock still tingling from the orgasm and started a rough tight downward stroke and she forced her hand deeper and deeper inside me. Just about to the point where she would have pulled out and I thought this was over she twisted back to her starting position and resumed the cycle.
You ladies feel free to sit here with us if you want to," said Gus. But it might take a bit of time to smoke these big boys" he chuckled. I love cigars , maybe even more than you do Gus. And Bernice, you might find that you like them too if you got past stereotyping them as "for men only." We're in Vegas--enjoy yourself. Bernice kept asking Debbie what smoking cigars was like. Debbie said, "I think you'll notice that I'm not the only woman in this city smoking a cigar. When Gus excused himself to use the men's room, Bernice asked Deb if she could try "just a little puff." She daintily took the cigar and took a small drag.