Fart Fetish Novels & Stories

"Fuck me, Toby. Make me yours. I want your cock inside me. I want it so bad..." She was a lesbian with a fetish. Not, as you may have guessed, a fetish for cock, or for men, or even for not being a lesbian. Nope - Beth knew exactly who she was. She knew what she wanted, and she knew that it wasn't men. Beth liked pussy, exclusively, and (just for fun) I had decided not to mess with that. Instead, I gave her my fetish. Beth, just like me (and just like everyone else I turned, to be fair), had a pregnancy fetish.

“Do you need a break?” I shake my head, not as a response to his question, but to the internal battle about to consume me. “Good.” He assumes it is my reply and resumes his job. I take a deep breath. Eyes on him, but not for long I start battling the urge to look down. Foot fetish is my dark fantasy. One that I’d rather take to my grave than explore. Because one silly mistake and it may affect my brand. “Pose like you're selling those straps to me.” He groans, quite frustrated at my poses. “Tilt your face… just a little…”

"And what would be your fetish, lawyer?", but what the fuck question was that? And how the fuck could I get away from the answer so easily? If the subject had not deviated to a totally different aspect, I would have ended up confessing that my fetishes included extreme domination, euphoria, and naughtiness. Because I was too sincere and gossip beyond the account. And all my professionalism would be thrown down the drain if I had had more time on that subject.”

There was no way I'd snitch and end up getting in trouble too. She eyed me suspiciously, rubbing her wet fingers against my nightwear. "Scram if you're going to be a prude. I don't need any bad energy." My feet didn't move, it was as if I was pinned to the spot. Fatima resumed her position, circling her swollen clit, parting her cunt for the sleazy eyes of the men. She sucked back her nipple into her mouth, suckling noisily as the men on screen wanked harder.

The old man entered, followed by two men. "Victor," the man called as he walked over to him. "I will give you full freedom, but you must impregnate those five women." "I don't get aroused when they are hyper," he said. "I would rather fuck a dead woman." "So, that's your fetish?" the man on the left asked. "None of them arouse me," he said straightforwardly. They already knew that he wouldn't get aroused by them. They thought he had sexual dysfunction and that it would be hard for them to continue their experiment.

Perfect for nights like this. I also grabbed my phone. The secret folder was right there. I opened the video of all three of them playing basketball shirtless last summer. Their bodies glistened with sweat, muscles moving under tanned skin. Mike’s broad chest, Jax’s defined abs, Kane’s powerful arms as he jumped for the ball. Their laughs, their deep voices calling out to each other, it was all I needed. I spread my legs wide, knees bent, and ran the tip of the dildo along my soaked slit. I was dripping already, the silicone sliding easily through my wetness. With my other hand I hit play on the video, turning the volume low so only I could hear.

It was a thin lad not so unlike the one he'd been casually shoving his massive cock into before his trip down memory lane, Deep grunts, and occasional groaning had been all that filled the room aside from the constant echo sound of flesh slapping against flesh. The one being bent over had been the only son of a very prominent businessman with a fetish for the exotic in terms of his, hidden desires. The then younger Conway had been quite high off the drugs coursing through his already wolf blood-dominated veins, as a low hiss escaped him as his pelvis jolted forward unceremoniously smacking into the soft pale arse that had been before it.

Bio: “Your favorite MILF next door with a breeding fetish. Cum play with me, daddy. Exclusive vids, customs, and more. No PPV for my loyal breeders.” Breeding fetish? What the fuck? I scrolled, breath shallow. Thumbnails of videos: “Breeding My Step-Bro,” “Creampie Compilation,” “Impregnate Me POV.” My dick twitched despite the shock. This was her? My future sister-in-law? I clicked a preview clip before I could stop myself. Sam on screen, naked except for thigh-high stockings, on all fours. A guy behind her—faceless, just a cock—pounding away. Her moans were the same ones I heard through the walls, but dirtier. “Fill me up, baby. Breed this tight pussy. Make me yours.”

“I guess it’s like f-king someone whilst you’re being f-ked.” “A bit. But I guess… I guess for a girl, there’s the risk of pregnancy, which heightens things…” Rhett focused on his c-k, pushing the thoughts of kids out of his mind. He had no idea why the other three seemed to find it sexy to talk about, but he couldn’t think of anything more likely to kill his hard on than thinking about having a baby. “F-k,” he groaned in protest, because despite his effort, he was thinking about it. He increased force and speed to combat it, and they all moaned.

He tugged the fabric to the side. “I like thinking about doing this while we’re out to brunch. No one has to know that I’ve got two fingers deep inside you while you’re eating those pancakes you like so much.” I tiptoed on my feet and had to grab his shoulders. I liked what he was describing. “I think you have a panty fetish.” “Only for you.” He hooked his fingers around the center of them and tugged them down my thighs. “But I want access to your sweet pussy for the rest of the evening, so these have to go.”