Fetishized Novels & Stories

“And we can strap a ten- pound bag of potatoes to your stomach and see how sexy you feel.” He pushes me backward until I am up against the wall. His arms surround me, effectively trapping me in, and his erection digs into my hip. “You’ve never been sexier,” he whispers onto my lips as his tongue slowly ploughs though my mouth. “I’ve never wanted you more than I do now.” My breath catches. “You have a pregnant woman fetish?” He smiles darkly as he pumps me with his hips. “Maybe I do.” “Sick,” I mouth. “You better get your kids to bed early then.” I smirk.

Zach pulled one of the girls to sit on his lap and ordered her to rock him. Collins smirked in satisfaction as he shoved the girl away. It had been a long time since he partook in fetish like this one. It gave him orgasms that some sexual penetration couldn't. He had been forced to avoid stuff like this for his father's company. But heck this was exactly the fun he craved.

The intense suspense of what was happening made me hornier than ever. “You should have a taste of pure cunt, what do you think? How are you feeling now?” He winked at me and I shook my head in disgust and growled. “You drugged me?” “Yeah, so you could fuck and be a man in your cold boring life that gets infected by that stupid Beta of yours who hates my guts!” “Felix!!” I yelled and he chuckled, pointing his hands to the most flawless skin I've ever seen in my entire life, so fucking submissive and willing.

Now, Alex Quinn was pacing in his study, anxiously clutching a thin piece of paper. "Spanking? Bondage? Gag? Sexy lingerie? Outdoor exposure?" He was not entirely clueless, but seeing this long list of related terms still startled him. And when he considered what Luna Cruz might do with him, he felt his breathing becoming somewhat constricted. Ten minutes later, Alex Quinn sent the filled-out questionnaire back. "Wow, it seems our fetishes are quite similar," Dew commented. Alex Quinn's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but let his imagination run wild. However, he quickly forced himself to calm down. He thought perhaps she used similar phrases with every client.

The message read: "Hey J, it's Kayla. I miss you, but I need more. I've found something that really turns me on. I want you to be a part of it." Curious and concerned, I called her immediately. She answered, her voice breathy and excited. "J, I'm so glad you called. I've been exploring my sexuality, and I've discovered this amazing fetish. It's called impregnation, and it's everything I've ever wanted." I was shocked. "What do you mean? You want to get pregnant?" "Oh, J, you have no idea. I want to be filled with cum, over and over again. I want to be used and dominated by big, strong men. And I want you to watch it all happen."

I mummured. "I was surprised at first. But as I kept thinking about it, I really wanted to touch it and sift my fingers through it." He reached down and placed a kiss on my neck, "Grow another one for me," he ordered. Surprised, my breath hitched in my throat. He wanted me unshaven? "I think I just unlocked a new fetish," he whispered before his fingers flicked against my sensitive clitoris. "Arrrhhh," I moaned as electricity sped through my nerves at his touch.

Smelly socks worn by some very petite feet. Racheal had given over to my foot fetish a few times. Let me lick or kiss them while I jerked off or fucked her, but she never quite seemed to enjoy the worship as much as me. I appreciated her allowing me to indulge, but there wasn't much beyond that. She was rather vanilla, I was a closeted deviant. How I wished she would leave her socks out for me to jerk off while she was gone... But alas, she didn't.

She leaned in, her lips close to my ear, and whispered the unbelievable truth, "Seeing you cry... It actually turned me on for some reason. I think I might have a new fetish." I choked.

one of them. At noon, for a few days before the current events. Because the house of pleasure had girls who dealt with several types of fetishes, one of the executives was a group of cattle and meatpacking businesspeople who were paying for the work of Goki's girls. Among them one of the cowboys who had a specific fetish of having women on top of him in a batch of twelve at a time, jumping and riding with a cowgirl, on top of his penis, after, of course, jumping like a bull towards her. special pleasure room, where he simply embodied a bull.

“You feel so good inside, babe! So wet, hot, and tight! It’s like you’re strangling my d1ck! I like it so much that I’m never going to stop! I’ll never get tired of fvcking your delicious pvssy! I can feel you twitching around me, Cyrene! Uhm! Uhuhuhuhuhhh! Uhhhhh! Are you enjoying this too much, huh?” “YES! YES! YES! Ahhhhhhh! I love how you fvck me! I love your big, thick c0ck inside me! You’re mine too, baby! I will let you fvck me every day! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! It feels so good, Fidez! You’re the only one who’s made me feel this way! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Fidez! Fidez! Ahhhh!”