Novel & Cerita Belly Fetish

My belly stuck out round and obvious under the cropped top. The “studio” was a fancy private house with a big open room full of mats. When we walked in there were about fifteen men already there, all rich, all older, all stroking their cocks openly while they waited. No real yoga. This was just an excuse to fuck pregnant sluts in front of each other. The instructor, a tall muscular guy named Jax, grinned when he saw my belly. “Victor’s daughter, right? Damn, that pregnancy looks good on you. Let’s start with some stretches.”

His hands gently touched her clit and she jerked in excitement. “Wet,” he said dryly, as though mainly talking to himself. “Would she be as wet as this, I wonder?” Felicia looked back in confusion. Did he have a fetish that she was going to have to fulfill? Most men liked to call out the name of their lovers and fantasies when they were with her. Felicia usually would not mind, but this was different. This, she had offered herself willingly for. Men usually pay for their pleasure with her, and through that she could let them be a fucking rat if she wanted to.

Hunter loomed over me, reminding me how small I could be, how little he could always make me feel. One hand remained on my throat, while the other moved to unbuckle his belt, throwing it behind him. He revealed his cock, hard, thick and throbbing. I watched through half-lidded eyes as he traced it firmly with his free hand, his motion controlled. Every line and vein was amplified in my vision, impossible for me to ignore. His hand ran over it as he continued to pleasure himself, stroking and twisting aggressively to his liking. Beating it harder while his fury eyes remain fixed on me.

But what could I do after having experienced a fetish with that man and being even more in need of something like that? The men in the movie caught my attention because they were all bald or with very short hair, and this reminded me of Pablo for obvious reasons, not to mention the muscles and penises of all sizes. So soon I was removing my pajamas and opening my nightstand to get my vibrator. The pink and cylindrical device emitted a small buzz when I turned it on, and started to vibrate in my hand, before I put it between my legs.

Oblivious to my surroundings, I let my pajama bottoms fall to the floor, clasped my hand onto my labia and fondled the swollen tip of my engorged clit. My mind wandered and I tried to imagine what the woman’s body felt. I watched her fall atop the stranger and ravage his cock with kisses and almost swallow the entire thick shaft. The extreme eroticism of my voyeuristic encounter made it feel less invasive because they couldn’t see me and more sexual because it made me free to explore this fetish I discovered.

When my online boyfriend insisted on receiving a picture of me, the class belle, Callista Xavery, snatched my phone from my hand. She said, “You’re a real wrecking ball. He’ll run for the hills the second he sees you. Just send a photo of me instead. That way you won’t scare him off.” My other classmates also mocked me, saying, “You’re out here dripping grease and still trying to online date? That’s straight-up catfishing.” I pinched the thickness around my fat and hesitated about whether I should really send a photo of Callista or not. Just then, a barrage of floating words flashed before my eyes. [That fat girl’s online boyfriend is a top-tier Claremont trust-fund heir who loves flexi

Belphegor makes a side comment, making me snap into making a hasty decision. Before he could finish lifting up his shirt, I dashed forward to pull his shirt back down. However, I miscalculated my strength and ended up ripping his shirt when I pulled it down. Remember when I said that Mammon had rock hard abs? I take it back. Belzeebub has the most crazy defined abs that I have ever seen. Despite being the demon prince of gluttony, there wasn’t a single flab of fat on his body. Everything is rock solid!

"Oh yeah, could we? That was the best sex ever, for sure. I never would have thought I'd be some kind of butt slut anal whore, but Mr. Canon's been teaching me so much about sex and sexuality. What's your favorite thing to do with him?" I looked to Tabitha curiously. She blushed -- an impressive deception, if it was that -- and took a moment before mumbling, "Um, he sort of gave me a... spanking fetish?" "Oh my gosh, hashtag spanking, hashtag schoolgirl, hashtag petite -- you guys are like a walking fetish video. That's so cool!" "How is spanking any different from the anal sex thing? Aren't we both walking fetishes?"

Then he closed the folder and folded his hands on the desk. “Today we’re going to work on oral response and gag reflex control,” he said calmly. “Many clients who struggle with arousal also carry significant tension in the jaw and throat. Learning to relax those muscles can open the body to more intense sensation overall. Mr. Stallion, I assume you’d like to improve in this area as a dominant partner?” Levi sat up straighter, looking almost proud. “Yes. Definitely. I want to be better for her.” Antonio’s gaze flicked to Mira. “And you’re comfortable exploring this, Miss Ricardo?”

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”