Fart Fetish Novels & Stories

I started kissing her back,, taking in her skin with vacuum in my mouth. I kissed her down till i cane to her ass. I move her back, placing he rhands on the chair, allowing Frandy to continue sucking her boobs while i spread her butt cheeks and used mytongue to draw lines around her anus. Anilingus has always been my fetish. I loved the way her anus moved when i used the tip of my tongue to roll on it, kissing softly… “Frandy, eat her pussy…” “I do not think i can, i have never-“

The reminder of that thick stretch of cock. “Hold the fuck up.” I berated myself, stifling the images that stuck itself in my mind but the point remained. He wasn't a lonely old man or some rich bastard having a midlife crisis. He was at the prime of his life. Someone like him could have anyone he wanted with the snap of his fingers. Why would he stoop to watching cam girl content? Was it a thrill? Some kind of addiction? A secret fetish? Was I the only one he was watching or just a roster amongst many?

He pounded merciless, wet slaps echoing, hips grinding my clit every stroke. The tattooed guy knelt beside us, grabbed my tits and squeezed them together. “Boob job time for these milky jugs.” He spat between them, slid his fat cock in and started fucking my cleavage hard. Milk squirted out with every thrust, coating him, making everything slick and nasty. “Yeah lactate for me, you breeding cow.”

Ethan was giving Nikita Ivanov a nasty stare while Kyle was being his usual self, deviant. "Mister Wright, my condition - satyriasis is an illness, and it has nothing to do with my work. My work is good and I have my bodyguards and assistant to keep me out of trouble. I am seeking treatment and I address my sexual urges in my home, where, I have women who either willingly give themselves to me, or... get paid for their services," Mister Ivanov explained. "If you are worried about me getting sexually transmitted diseases, I test the women I have sex with. In fact, I pay a very high price to keep my life in control."

They alleged that Gian knew about this because he was one of its founders. So, Trina had a cult following. I’d say Gian had them, too. Hello, Charis? Gian was the equivalent to Trina in this epic story because she chose him as king. If this was true, Gian did practice weird sex fetishes when they were together. Charis obviously knew and this was the reason behind her obsession with Gian. Because her fetish was the same as Trina’s or something different, but Gian could positively deliver. But he said himself she's mental, I thought defensively. If he believed this synonymous with the fetish, he couldn’t be like them.

“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

Tell me your darkest fantasies. "What! I'm not admitting to shit." "Come on, tell me," he urged, laughing. Axton's laughter was one of the most beautiful I'd ever heard because it was light and a sharp contrast to his baritone voice. "Okay, let me tell you mine," he continued. "When I was a young, horny bastard, my biggest fantasy was getting a massage from three-breasted women and they only massaged me with their boobs." I doubled over and whizzed with laughter, falling off the bed. Axton cackled and lifted me, wrapping himself around me.

Not rubbing against her skin like an awkward high school love scene! But to progress along, she knew it had to be done. “And for the men...” he hissed, “suck her toes! All ten – if they’ve got them!” This caused the majority of remaining partygoers to cry out with displeasure. Toe sucking? Not everyone’s favorite fetish, yet then again not every round could be a stellar crowd-pleaser to all involved. Sienna paced back and forth, awaiting her turn with bitter envy. The asses were being grinded alright... Girls stripped naked, shedding panties and bras; cheeks pressed firmly against cocks. As much as she loved watching, it was the feeling, the sensation she wanted for herself.

' He said to himself. He couldn't get over the recent turn of events. Thinking back, he thought that perhaps he had subconsciously picked up on a sexual vibe between the two a few days ago, and maybe this fueled his new fetish, but he didn't really know for certain, until now, that there was something sexual between them. What he did know was that it turned him on to see his wife with another man. His arousal was so complete, that he felt little jealousy at all. The fact that the man was black, and that he happened to also be well endowed, made the situation all the more outrageous, and stimulating for him.

I ask. Holden shrugs. "Not the whipping and caning, but the fun stuff like handcuffs, toys and well... orgasm denial. Are you into the pain?" I bite my lip and nod. "It's a fetish I guess. There's a fine line between pleasure and pain. If you find that middle line, it's incredible!" Holden grins. "Let me show you what I can do." He whispers in my ear before pushing me off him, down onto the bed and straddling me.