Fart Fetish Novels & Stories

Not a second later, I sucked in a sharp breath, feeling his fingers close around my painful cock. I don’t remember being in so much pain, needing a release but also denying myself the release. Not to mention prolonging the torture. Eating Miles’ pussy takes priority– Right after fantasising, spanking and burying my face in his ass. I’m convinced that if there’s one thing that could have the ability to make me go bankrupt, it’d be that ass. His fart probably smells like pomegranate too.

Like an ancient God, he was crafted, but with a mind and heart like a demon, he was created. Dr Karsyn sat back on his swivel chair in front of me and stared at my poor slender body with bis chartreuse green eyes. He gaped open, and a mocking laugh eluded from his mouth. “Your penis had the size of a newborn baby. Even if so, you’re straight, women would not be pleased seeing what is between your legs,” he said, massaging his beard—tried closing my legs and cover my penis. But it didn’t work. It made him laugh hard and blew a sigh on the air. “Come, suck my nipples. Give me damn pleasure, slut,” placing both of his hands behind his head, revealing his hairy armpits. I swallowed hard. “I know

"Damn... I'm gonna fuck you hard and rough... I hope you don't cry in pain, but you can moan in pain!" Tricia could feel that Tristan's dick is getting harder as he was thrusting her back. She turned around and put her hand inside his boxer short. "Damn it... you are really a gifted Tristan!" "Oh shit... I like it," he aggressively kissed Tricia on her lips down to her neck. Then he stopped for a while. "Actually I like girls who have a fetish on cum... I'm sure you already know what I mean!" Tricia smiled. "Of course I know what you mean to say... to spit or to swallow that's the question, isn't it?"

JUNO'S point of view "Fuck off! I'm not doing that!" I glared hard at him. "As expected, she's a coward." He teased me, smirking widely. "I'll have truth instead!" I changed my mind. When I said dirty, I meant it in a sexual way! I didn't expect he'd dare me to do such nasty stuff. But oh wait... "Do you have foot fetish, huh?" I accused him. "What? No, I don't!" His eyes widened, cheeks flushed realizing that he actually come off as a man with that nasty fetish because of the dare he's asking me to do. "Fine! I'll ask you instead.

Fabian laughed softly, a hoarse and predatory sound. "I haven't even started indeed." He pushed the panty fabric aside with two fingers, exposing the hot and wet flesh. His thumb brushed directly on the bare clit. "Look at this... swollen, red, begging. I bet if I shove two fingers in now, you cum on the spot." Jessica gripped the counter with both hands, nails digging into the wood. The bar was full, people talking, low music, but no one seemed to notice what was happening down there. Or maybe they did and pretended not to.

"I told you Austin and I broke up and you never asked why, and your babe Austin couldn't even tell you he once dated a futanari .. " Jessica was bewirlded as she closed her eyes, trying to remember one of the stories her dad usually told her back then. Futanari were women who has the sexual reproductive organ of a male. They were sadistic, depressed and angry creatures who enjoyed torturing people and themselves. Oh no Why hadn't Austin warned her in time. Why had she got to be so unlucky and had fallen into the hands of a futanari. Suddenly, something was slapping against her face and she was snapped back into reality as she saw the 10 inch cock hovering above her face, the tip calling out

“Well, I was about sixteen, I think. One of my boyfriends was curious and so was I so we grabbed some lube and condoms and just experimented. It wasn’t the earth-shattering experience I was expecting but it got progressively better as we kept at it. Now I love it. There’s nothing like having a fat cock stretching your ass and filling it up with cum. You ought to try it sometime.” He balked at the idea of being bent over by another guy and I laughed. “Alright, how about a strap-on? I could pop your cherry for you.” “That’s a little too wild for me,” he admitted, but two high points of color had appeared in his cheeks as he bent down to whisper, “But I have to admit, the idea of fucking you th

The other one either needs to pay more or pique my interest. “Second attachment: Fetish feet kink. The client would like to play with your feet and wants you to massage him with them.” Now I burst into laughter. How is it I have two feet requests in one day? Are these both Kenny? I chuckle as I put my phone away as I see my best friend, Daniel approach.

When I pull a confused face, she smiles, “It definitely isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, or even shot of whiskey, but there are some who like to participate in golden showers, brown showers, that sort of thing. Anything that has to do with bodily fluids below the waist, happens in this room.” Once understanding hits, I’m a bit mortified, but then I remember what Jace taught me. Everyone has their own fetishes, and we are not to judge anyone for it. I think about my own, and even though it’s very common, a lot of people would still be disturbed by my cravings for pain, so I calm myself and then get back into my own head space.

“Tell me.” Hayden sighed, “I feel like I am tainting you by saying this…” I blinked at him as he took a deep breath and continued, “Sometimes, I enjoy doing a role-play of consensual non-consent. It takes a lot of trust and a safe word, gesture to even try it, but seeing the element of fear and anticipation on my partner is arousing. Given they are into it, of course.” His cheeks had a light blush when he finished, waiting for me to react. I tilted my head at him and asked, “You were making it sound as if you had a weird fetish. But…” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I like the sound of it.”