Fat Fetish Story Novels & Stories

"Yeah.....Liam is....looks a lot like his mother so i am not surprised....the thing i was surprised about was actually you....that he chose you as his girlfriend.....not because of yourself but he's so on then opposite of you!I can see in your eyes and read your body that you don't like basic, boring stuff or people but that is Liam and so was his mom!" "So.....if i may ask....why did she...? I ask softly. "You may because I don't want to hide things from you" And while I listen I nod as understanding. "As you already might have seen or maybe not yet....but I'd love to do 'things', I'm an adventures guy and not only by traveling.....but also in the....bedroom.....my wife couldn't appreciate

“Do you need a break?” I shake my head, not as a response to his question, but to the internal battle about to consume me. “Good.” He assumes it is my reply and resumes his job. I take a deep breath. Eyes on him, but not for long I start battling the urge to look down. Foot fetish is my dark fantasy. One that I’d rather take to my grave than explore. Because one silly mistake and it may affect my brand. “Pose like you're selling those straps to me.” He groans, quite frustrated at my poses. “Tilt your face… just a little…”

"What are you confused about? Your stripper tits, your fine ass, all that kind of shit, quote-on-quote. And no, they don't make it sound like nice compliments...I mean, it's degrading, hearing people talk about women like that." I remembered crying in front of him that day, but Hunter didn't stop there. "There's more, Vera. If it's not about your banging body, it's always about your millionaire father." "What?" "It's true Vera, I hate to break it to you." The hatred burned through me—hot and sharp. For all my trashy exes, my trashy friends, and my trashy boyfriend... for every trashy person in that godforsaken school.

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

He had my panties wrapped around his hand and memories of what we did in this office rushed through me and my skin heated up. Me: Do you have a secret underwear fetish that I should know about? Jake: I have a fetish for your underwear if that counts. Jake: Are you alone? I wondered where he was going with the conversation and I knew I wanted to find out so I quickly sent a response. Me: Yes, why? Jake: Do you want to see what I’m currently doing with your underwear? Heat prickled along my skin and my nether regions clenched because I knew what he was doing and I definitely wanted to see.

Layla gets up and looks at my cock like she has never seen one before. "-May I touch it? Layla asks curiously. -Of course, you can. Do you know what this is? -Umm… No… I have never seen one." Layla replies, touching my cock and making it get as hard as possible. While Layla was touching my dick, I explain to her that I am a futanari, gifted with both a pussy and a dick. She is mesmerized by my dick and keeps playing with it until I ask her nicely to stop.

“I’ve got a T-shirt, panties, and shorts. Jake?” “T-shirt, underwear, shorts.” She looked at me. “Emma?” I swallowed. “Halter top, panties, shorts.” “Perfect. We’re all even.” She dealt again. My hands felt shaky. I had nothing good. I discarded four cards and got a pair of tens. Aunt Chloe had a pair of threes. Jake had nothing. He lost first and pulled his shirt over his head. I stared. I couldn’t help it. His chest was hard and defined, the kind of body that looked like it came from real work and not just a gym. Aunt Chloe noticed me looking and her eyes got darker, like she liked that I was looking.

He thrusts his fingers in and out slowly, making my orgasm build embarrassingly quick. Gavin thrusts a little faster, leaning over to whisper. "Do you like that babygirl?" I bite my lip and nod my head slowly. He smiles, and whispers. "Do you want to cum on my fingers babygirl? Let me taste you!" A soft moan escapes my lips and I close my eyes, nodding my head. He thrusts a little faster, pressing hard on my clit and my eyes fly open. Oh fuck. I'm going to cum, on the couch, watching a scary movie, with my brother's dad's fingers inside me. The worst part, I am loving everything he is making me feel right now.

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

New Story.. I invited a plumber so his big fat cock can fill my pussy with his cum. ********** I am thin and sexy. I am very addicted to fucking and cumming. I love watching p**n and love dressing like a slut. I am very confident successful woman and I am fearless. When I go out in public, I make sure my perky nipples show, because I love the attention, and attention turns me on and makes me feel wet, and gets my cunt throbbing. I love how my cunt gets wet and my slimy drip slides out of my pussy. I want to get fucked.