Fart Fetish Stories Novels & Stories

“Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.” “God.. Lisa!” “And dear Nathan! Bless him. He is such an understanding and good man. He loves you and cares about your well-being. I have never seen any man that considerate. He wants you to do it Rene.. He wants you to get over this” “Lisa…” “And please Rene don’t pretend you weren't just fingering yourself last night with p**n sounds all over your room” My eyes widened. “Lisa!” I almost screamed, embarrassed. “You.. You heard?”

Hollered, arching legs up. Jax increased pace, pumping deeper, curling to hit that spot. "Dirty talk for you, Lila best friend's brother tasting his cum from your slut hole. Anytime I crave, I'll eat this pussy, fuck it raw. Mia suspects? Tell her you're brother's anytime toy." "Aaaaaaa..... hhhhh!" Screamed through release, gushing on his face. He rose, cock hard again, flipped me doggy once more ass up, pounding in with wet slap. Pain stung fresh from soreness, but I pushed back. "Fuck..yes harder, use your sleeping slut!"

Weirdo. This story will also contain some mild reluctance/non consent sex. The universe this story exists in is in my head. There are no STDs, no crazy people that want to machete you in the dick, none of the reasons it would be terrifying if this were a true story, which it isn't. Doing any of the things in this fictional story in real life could get you a very real STD, stabbed, raped, arrested, imprisoned, or worst of all, grounded. Please take this for what it is, yet another of my ridiculous fantasies spewed out onto "paper" for you gaggle of perverts. Is that the right word for a group of perverts? Ah, I've got it. A gangbang. A gangbang of perverts. Perfect. This is a delightfully dev

“Push another finger in. Good. Now rub your clit while you fuck yourself on them. Faster. I want to hear how wet you are.” I obeyed every order, filming more videos and sending to him… By the end I was shaking like a leaf from all the pleasures, my sheets were soaked under me, a video of his thick cock still open on my screen as I came a second time with his voice ringing in my ears. Next day: I walked into the kitchen the following afternoon for water and stopped dead in my track. Ethan’s phone sat unlocked on the counter.. SecretHeat was open. The username at the top of the active chat was unmistakable.

Ava The room smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and my own juices soaked into the sheets. My body was still twitching from the last orgasm, legs weak and trembling, but the four men surrounding me looked far from finished. Their eyes were dark, chests heaving, cocks still hard and glistening with a mix of my wetness and their previous loads. “Round two, our sweet whore,” Kai growled, grabbing my ankles and yanking my legs wide open again. “We’re not stopping until you can’t even speak.”

"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?"

Hi everyone 🥰🥰 Mha Nitta here, how's our weekend going? After the next two chapters I'll be releasing an erotica experience of a friend who is in a talking stage with me. He has a weird fetish for short black skirts 😂. I found it so hilarious though. Forget the fact that we're friends 😂😂 It's weird.

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.

My pussy clenched uselessly around the speculum and his fingers, leaking even more slick down my ass crack onto the table. “Not yet,” he said, his voice rough but steady. “You are not coming until I decide the treatment has worked. Describe another fantasy. Make it dirtier this time.” I whined loud, my hips trying to grind against nothing while he kept me pinned and stretched open. “God, okay, okay. I fantasize about you inviting other doctors in to watch while you finger me like this and make me squirt all over the table. “ “I want them to see how much of a dripping slut I am for your hands. “

Our eyes were locked, my jaw held firmly by my own legs, guarded by his big biceps. “Good girl,” he whispered, his breath heavy and paced, eyes piercing deeply into my soul. He pulled back, releasing my legs from his grip. Then came the pounding—deep and rough. Thwack! Thwack! echoed the sound of his cock pounding into my wet pussy. Our body fluids mixed into a scent that was to become my new olfactory fetish.