Fart Fetish Stories Novels & Stories

“You’ve… done this before?” His laugh was low and filthy, his eyes darkening as they held hers. “Since I was seventeen. Older women are my thing. Married ones especially. They’re always so pent up, so grateful when you give them what their husbands won’t. They come harder, beg louder, do things they’d never admit to in the daylight.”

I was taking every inch of him, my pussy walls stretching and gripping the dark, heavy length of his shaft as I moved. "That's it, Blaire," he growled, his large hands digging into my hips, guiding the brutal pace. His fingers left deep, red marks on my skin as he hauled me down onto him again and again. "Ride it like you've been starving for it. I want to feel how much you've been wanting this. Tell me, you little slut, did my brother make you leak like this? Or was it the thought of me finally claiming what Manuel couldn't use?"

I spread my legs wider, my fingers sliding back in, three now, stretching my pussy as I imagined his tongue circling my clit again, slow and torturous. “Please, Daddy… eat my pussy,” I moaned, my hips grinding against my hand, mimicking the way I’d ride his face. I pictured him grabbing my thighs, pulling me closer, his tongue plunging into my cunt, fucking it deep while his fingers teased my asshole, slipping in and out, making me scream. My fantasies grew dirtier, my fingers pumping faster. I imagined him tying my wrists to the bedposts, my legs spread wide, pussy exposed and dripping.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV "Use your feet." I gulp at that, "My... ffe... feet." "Yes love, use your feet just like you would use your hands on my cock." I swallow again, this... is a new thing to me; I've never met anyone with a feet fetish before.

I didn't want to put any paedophile, serial killer, fraudulent, sex offender-ish sort of name. *What am I even doing?* We were taking time apart so I could work on myself. How exactly was creating a fake I*******m account to lurk around Vera's page helping me become a better person? It wasn't, if anything, it was proof that I was one bad decision away from becoming deeply embarrassing. Besides, Vera's smart, she'd probably assume I'd do this and already privatise her account by now. Man, she was really standing on business with this break-up.

And I didn't intend to let anyone know that I got myself off by watching other people getting fucked. As usual, my brother has a bunch of the guys over. I stayed in the room all night. By midnight, most of them were gone except for his two closest friends. They crashed in the house often, so I was used to their presence. The only problem was that seeing them got me wet, which was why after I ran into them while getting water in the kitchen, I went to my room, closed the door, and plugged in my headphones. I opened an incognito tab, found the video that best fit my fantasies, and pressed play.

The room echoed with the panting of three naked bodies. Sara watched Vincent pull up his underwear. His cock had still not gone down. The Viagra was still working. Sara let out a satisfied yawn. The night had gone so much better than what she imagined.

“Let’s see how many ways I can make you come, little whore.” The double penetration pushed her over the edge. Her pussy gushed, a flood of wet heat coating his fingers as her body convulsed. Her ass clenched around his cock, milking him while her thighs spasmed uncontrollably. He laughed darkly. “You’re going to pass out before I’m finished.” And she nearly did. He flipped her suddenly—lifting her by the waist and throwing her down onto the velvet dais, her legs still bound by trembling fatigue. His cock slid free of her ass with a wet pop, leaving her open and dripping.

“Little slut can’t even decide which cock he wants. Don’t worry, Princess. You’re gonna get all of them.” Within minutes, Ethan was on all fours, being spit-roasted. One guy in front, fucking his throat. One at the back, forcing his way into his ass without any warmup. Ethan’s fingers clawed at the carpet, and tears smeared the corners of his eyes. “You like that, bitch?” The guy behind him grunted, his hips slapping against Ethan’s ass. “You like getting stuffed full of real cocks? Bet your little boyfriend never made you feel like this.”