Fart Fetish Novels & Stories

She giggles like a little girl. “You are fun. Saying no but wanting more and more.” “No.. I don’t want more… I will die of laughter,” I complained. “For God’s sake, let me sleep. I have a meeting tomorrow.” I tell her and she finally stops. “Okay. I will stop now,” she says, breathing heavily and we lay in bed in silence. “What else comes with F?” I ask her. The word ‘forced’ alarmed me a little. She hums.”I don’t remember everything but… flogging, figging, forced masturbation, forced nudity, fantasy rape, fisting.” I blanch at last two words. Definitely a big no for me.

That call made me lose interest, but on the other hand, I haven't forgotten what he said about it: " There are many delicious things in BDSM. Lots of fetishes that don’t involve pain." Non-painful fetishes—what delightful things could those be?—some thoughts almost make me forget the situation I find myself in now. He's likely there with his mom, trying to defend me. Maybe because he needs me, or maybe because he understands me. But I also struggle to understand him. Just like many in the world have difficulty understanding and accepting my dancing as a profession like any other, as an art, many condemn what he enjoys. Even though they are different situations, I understand that he faces pre

I nodded at this and filed away her answer for later, as I replied, "It depends on what I have going on that day. But I usually masturbate before I go to bed, but not always every day. I would guess every other day if I'm not having regular sex with a woman." Mom pursed her lips, but only nodded and asked: Do you have any fetishes? Mom grinned excitedly and said, "I love dressing up sexy and posing for kinky pictures that I then send to my lover. I got so turned on by dressing up and posing for those pictures that I showed you, it would have been even better if I'd been able to send them to you." I smirked at her answer and replied honestly, " I get turned on by big asses and big-breasted wo

If I thought I was angry before, that was a walk in the park compared to what I am feeling now. Unable to control my rage I launch on top of her, pinning her down while sitting on her chest. She is going to gag alright, but it will be with my rock hard c*ck in her pretty little mouth. I must have a r*pe fetish somehow, because this is literally the hardest I have ever been. I am so hard it almost hurts. She actually f*cking gags at me again and taking the opportunity, I grab her by the throat to make her gasp for air, giving me a perfect entry point. I can’t help but give her one last sneer whilst freeing my dripping c*ck with my other hand “you should have just been an obedient little wh*re

Turned into nothing but a set of three sloppy fuckholes for superior cocks and cunts. That’s why I signed up for the private studio. The website was hidden deep on the dark web, invitation-only for the most depraved. “Ultimate Flesh Factory – No Limits, No Safewords, Pure Corruption.” They filmed the filthiest scenes imaginable for an exclusive audience of billionaires who jerked off to real taboo destruction. I filled out the form with shaking fingers, listing every disgusting fantasy I had: incest roleplay, breeding, bukkake, choking, slapping, piss play, anal gaping, fisting, cum inflation. I ticked every box. When they replied confirming my slot for a six-person gangbang, I nearly came o

“I want to try anal but she doesn't want to do that!” A small laughter bursts out of me. “You can barely keep up with me and now you want to add anal?” I strut over to the sex toys in the room, pick up a dildo and wave it in the air. “Fine, let's do it. But I'll be the one fucking you in the ass!” Joe scoffs. “See? This is exactly what I'm talking about! She's got these fucking weird fetishes that she wants to try out on me!” “Is that so wrong? You want anal right? Bend over, let's do it!”

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.

Now he did not know how to face her. Daamn! Why am I the one who should be ashamed? I’m not the one fucking a teacher! He thought to himself in frustration. He did not mean to, but the image of her being fucked was so much that Takahashi Sato got a hard-on again. Inside the toilet, he then started jerking off. He could not help it. He had watched a lot of porn, but it was probably the most erotic thing that he has seen in his life. Takahashi Sato fantasized about what happened. He fantasized how Misao Aika would look with cum all over her face while still wearing her glasses. That thought immediately brought him to his orgasm.

The screen showed a woman in a sterile hospital room, sweat-slicked and straining, her legs splayed wide on the stirrups as the baby's head crowned. I remember freezing, my dick twitching in my jeans for no goddamn reason. It wasn't the baby; it was her... the raw, animal power ripping through her body, the way her pussy stretched impossibly around that emerging life, lips swollen and slick with fluids. I jerked off that night for the first time to the memory, cum spilling over my fist as I imagined being there, close enough to touch. Years later, the fetish had burrowed deep, like a parasite feeding on my soul. By day, I coded algorithms for a faceless corp, smiling at meetings, flirting ha

After some weeks, he sent a private message. My stomach flipped. I heard horror stories pf guys asking for weird, dangerous stuff. But I was desperate, so I wrote back, He explained what he wanted calmly. He had a fetish for… his own cum. Not in a gross way, he said. He just like the idea of a woman using it, playing with it, and appreciated it. He wanted to send me samples, fresh ones, tested and safe. So I can film myself using them. He said he would pay alot. Like huge funds.