Fart Fetish Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.”

His cock was exposed and it swelled aggressively beneath me. His hands dropped to my lap, rubbing them continuously. His thick cum from earlier was still on my thighs. It dripped onto the bed in heavy, sticky droplets and he smears what's left of his cum all over my thighs— he liked it messy. His hands moved under my shirt, feeling my waistline, my belly, and every curve my body entailed. Hunter frowned at the sight of my top, tugging on it, wanting to get rid of it immediately. My breasts bounced as he snatched it off me, leaving me bare.

"I'm going to show you something and I want you to tell me what you feel, but it has to be true, here we don't judge anyone and everyone is free to live out their fetishes, but we don't accept anything illegal." "For example? "She says, all interested. I smile. "No children, animals or rape. But if you're an adult looking for relief, this is the place to go." I press the window control button and the curtains open, revealing several people practicing their own fetishes. She sighs loudly, surprised by the nod, and steps away from the pane. "All these people here have their own issues, Nelly. Some just want to relieve stress." "And what does that mean?"

After a pause, he went on to say, "I have watched p**n. Bad stuff. Men touching. It makes me hard, and I stroke myself." I've refused to believe what went through my ears. What a twisted thing to put into one's head! The boy was holy and innocent enough; he was an altar boy, but that confession twitched my cock in my pants. Then, he furthered his confession by describing how he watched grown men fuck younger boys while pumping his own cock using his hand and soap.

her smooth creamy skin, spotted with some freckles. Her body, a lesson in curves from her breasts to her butt, a complete and utter hourglass. Combined with her sass, wit and intelligence and I still had a hard time believing this was my mate. I traced my fingertips between the swell of her breasts, down to her navel and finally to her pussy, already wet with need. A small moan escaped her, and her back arched slightly, dipping my head down; I slowly licked her folds open. I felt her hands tangle in my hair and hummed in response, getting a small, strangled noise from her. My tongue slowly explored her, tasting, and plundering her until she was on the edge of exploding. Then I pulled back,