Farting Fantasy Novels & Stories

About what people would think if they saw me now — sucking cock under a table and touching myself to get off. I let myself fully let go and delve into my fantasies, embracing every slutty thought. Axel’s cock stiffens and then starts to twitch. Hot cum gushes in my mouth and I moan against his cock as I drink him in. I slip a finger into my cunt, imagining it’s his cock. I press down harder on my button and a surge of euphoria fills my body like a hot air balloon. It grows, grows, grows, and then …it pops.

It felt as though my fanning was having no affect. “Okay please, turn it up” I said, salaciously and very weakly, like a dying cat. This was more me manifesting a raunchy fantasy I had been daydreaming about; to have a proper man fuck me to the deepest depth of eternal damnation on a luxurious kitchen island. Charles was that man. It was this fantasy that had got me through those long lonely nights writing tasteles blog posts and wishing I had gone to beg Richard so we could go back to the era of fucking my brains out. Was I on glue or was something going to happen.

I curl my palms to the side and count to ten. He notices the fury in my eyes yet smirks shamelessly. ‘Far better. I cannot believe you have been hiding them all this while. I am upset, ladies. I never get to see pretty faces. The young budding ladies-ah!’ The Old Bald Fart chuckles like a dirty pig taking a swig of his ‘blood frappe’. (It could be whiskey, mocktail, or plain coconut water for all I care. It’s blood-red, which makes it disgusting. His ugly pale hands around transparent glass worsen it.) His lust-dripping eyes rape Huine and me openly as he reluctantly tears it away and faces my fuming mate instead.

tears fresh, climax earth-shaking squirting grass-flood, milking his bellowed eruption deepest yet. Collapsed entwined, fantasies fully lived, Anita's virgin world shattered gloriously into wedded kink eternity, into wedded kink eternity. Garden dews settled heavier as Liam rolled her onto side, spooning close, cock nestling hot between thighs, but rest was tease. His hand snaked front, fingers circling clit lazily building anew while whispering, "Tell me another fantasy now." Anita shivered, voice breathy recounting rope suspension, candle wax. He grinned dark, carrying her indoors naked trail of fluids.

Tyler leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide. “Good girl. Tell us one fantasy you’ve never told your husband. Something dirty that gets that married pussy wet when you’re alone.” I laughed a little, shifting on the couch, feeling the damp spot growing in my panties. My mind raced back to nights touching myself thinking about rough hands and filthy words. “Okay, truth. Sometimes I imagine getting fucked by more than one guy at once. Not gentle. Hard, pinning me down, taking turns until I’m shaking and dripping everywhere. Jake would freak if he knew I thought about shit like that.”

I couldn’t breathe. I kept turning pages with shaking hands. Fantasy #8: After Class Empty classroom. Me calling her to the desk. Telling her I had been fighting this for months. Then bending her over the podium, yanking her panties down, spreading her with my thumbs, and sliding into her from behind while she gripped the edge and moaned my name. Fucking her raw, one hand fisted in her hair, the other rubbing her clit until she squirted on my cock. Fantasy #9: Office Hours

Her imagination had been so wild it often shocked her, and the worse part, she had begun to write it all down. Many times, she would dream about them together not just having sex, but of them being a couple. Fantasies of them getting married and having kids together. But most of all, it was the sexual fantasies. She wrote down every detail in her imaginations, and not even Chloe, her best friend since middle school, knew about this side of her. It was Elias's crazy, dirty little secret. And by now, Elias had a large jotter which was almost filled with her fantasies of Kaelen, and she was looking to get a new book very soon because she was very sure her mind was gonna think up even more dirty

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

She turned from man to man, slurping and sucking, coming off their c*cks to gasp some air before going back down again. The men petted her - they groaned - they thrust their hips and forced their c*cks deeper into her mouth. She felt their c*cks become even more bloated and hard as they ground against her cheeks, and felt her p*ssy gush as precum roiled down her throat and over her hands. Their grunts, and especially James's humming growls, filled the room. Kiana's fantasy was nothing - reality was better in every way, and she forgot herself, feeling their warm precum drooling down her lips and dripping onto her breasts...