Fat Fetish Story Novels & Stories

Like a thirsty beast, I watch his eyes roam my naked body, from my heavy breasts, down to my belly button, the soft hair below my navel that runs in a straight erotic line, to the soft cookies trapped in between my skinny thighs. “This…” His breathing hardens as he rolls up his singlet and rolls down his shorts. “Will be…” His cock springs out! Not so long— But… But… It's FAT. F.U.C.K.I.N.G. FAT!!! Thick like beef roll. Veined as if it bears the map of a fantasy world. Holy shit. “… Our little dirty secret.” He doesn't give me time to process the cock about to tear my tight cunt when he smears his firm body against my fragile one, and shoves his hard cock deep inside my pussy.

She hisses. "Okay. I'm sorry." Just as he's about to speak, Fatima cuts him off. "You're sorry? And you think everyone is as stupid as you are to think sorry can solve everything. That girl had freaking stiches in her private part! Why the heck would she need stitches if not for some insulated raccoon that can't control his sexual urges, raping her like the animal he is." Fatima seethes. She knows she's going overboard with all the insults and everything but he deserves it, he deserves every single one of it.

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.

“I’ve only given you one load each so far. I’m not leaving until every single one of your greedy little cunts is overflowing with my seed. Get on the couch. Asses up, faces down. Line up like the cheap delivery breeding whores you are.” The girls moaned in unison and crawled onto the large sectional couch, positioning themselves side by side on their hands and knees. Three perfect asses were presented to him — Emma’s fat, juicy bubble butt, Mia’s small tight Asian ass, and Zoe’s long-legged athletic rear. All three pussies were bright red, swollen, and dripping with his previous loads. Jax stepped behind Emma first. He spread her plump ass cheeks wide, exposing her cum-leaking hole. “Look at

Honestly, It was absurd because barely an hour ago I’d been sprinting through the lobby, late as hell with that damn flash drive clutched in my fist while I dodged security just to make the meeting on time. Marcus who was the over-strict CEO back then that barked orders, now had his long, thick and big veiny cock stretching my mouth…and fuck, the worst part was how wet it made me. Two hours earlier none of this had happened yet. I handed my boss the wrong flash drive on a Monday morning, and by 9 a.m. I was sitting at my desk trying to figure out how to explain forty-seven minutes of myself getting used at an underground fetish club to a man whose coffee order I’d had memorized for two years

She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

‎Austin's POV ‎I've been wanting to bang my girlfriend's mom crazily ever since the day I saw her naked while masturbating, thrusting a big fat dildo in and out of her juicy pussy. Her boobs were round and firm even though she's in her late 40's. ‎My girlfriend Juliet, is a very good girl, but too lazy in bed. She wouldn't give me the sex styles I want, always complaining that she's tired, and she doesn't last, always cummin too quickly, when I'm not even half satisfied yet.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

I saw the tips trickle in, I told myself it was just for money but when the first tip hit—it was fifty dollars from someone named Regular47. Then he typed—“show us how wet you’re getting, beautiful.” My breath hitched. I slipped the strap down my shoulders, then the other, letting the lace slip away until my breasts spilled free. I rolled my nipples between my fingers until they ached. The first night I came quietly with two fingers buried deep inside me while the camera caught only my mouth parted and my thighs trembling. I whispered things I’d never said out loud to Mark. “I need to be filled… I need my pussy to be stretched until I couldn't think.” The shame hit right after orgasm but the

However, with everything that's been happening on that continent, all the wars, insurrections and everything else, it wouldn't be the best choice at the moment. When I try to get Hailey to give in to me, she resists bravely. She's a very special woman. I'm experienced in the world of fetishes and I've introduced her to a world she had no idea about. The fun world of make-believe sex. And she loved it. She can pretend to be a prostitute with me, she can pretend to be a maid, she can pretend to be a cheating wife... Everything is fun in the fetish world. It only stops being fun when we sleep together on the second night, and I liked that. Now I have to forget about it because she'll never acce