Pee Fetish Novels & Stories

“Don't say that,” Dev said as he spread my ass cheeks with one hand and applied the gel with the other. “Your body is yours only. No one else should have control over it.” “But there are people—” “I know there are people who have certain fetishes,” he cut me in the middle of my sentence and added. “You might enjoy it more when others take control of your body, but that's not right, at least according to me.” “So you would never do something like this?” I questioned, looking at the headboard.

His fingers explored every corner of my mouth, my tongue, making me gag slightly. “Do you have a finger fetish?” Amor asked, cocking his eyebrow wearing a dark heaviness in his eyes. I pulled out his finge as he ran his thumb over my lower lips. His gaze fixated on my lips as if he needed them between his. But he was holding back. “I have Amor fetish.” I said. He chuckled, smearing my saliva all over my lips. I frowned, gulping. “Lie down, Zeve. You are going to have a great time with your fetish.” He glided his fingers over my folds before sliding them inside me.

Chapter 1: TEASING MY BEST FRIEND AND GETTING MY PUSSY DEVOURED IN THE DRESSING ROOM I sway my hips as I walk through the upscale lingerie boutique, the soft lighting making my skin glow. At nineteen, I’m fully aware of what I am: a filthy little exhibitionist slut who gets dripping wet the second she feels eyes on her body. The thrill of being watched, admired, wanted — it’s my addiction. Today, I dragged my best friend Sophie along for “lingerie shopping,” but we both know it’s really about me putting on a show.

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

She looked at the man and said one word, “Bitch.” “Now your turn, big boy!” Sienna hollered. Too bad there would be no penetration here. She was inordinately curious as to what a dick that size would do to your average pussy. Split it in two! Like being impaled on a construction cone. Paige titled back, preparing her clit for the ludicrous teasing. It would be akin to scooping a single grain of rice with baseball bat... not good. She closed her eyes, ready to experience the joy.

“Taking cock in your pussy and fingers in your ass. You love being our little breeding whore, don’t you?” “Yes,” I moaned. “I love it.” Dominic pulled my hair hard, making me arch my back. “Tell us what you are.” “I’m your dirty little cumslut,” I gasped. “I planned this so you could use me however you want. Fill me up. Breed me. Please.” Sasha replaced her fingers with the head of a strap-on she must have brought. She pushed it slowly into my ass. The feeling of being completely full — Dominic’s real cock in my pussy and the thick toy in my ass — made me see stars.

The here(s) felt good, the there(s) divine. When he got to my pelvis, he pushed me onto the chair in the living room. I shivered in anticipation, wondering where he’d go next. But he didn’t delve into my pussy like I thought he would, instead he proceeded farther down my leg. Reaching my feet, he tasted his way all the way down to my toes, nibbling them and whispering, “You evil woman, you’ve given me a foot fetish.” A laugh escaped my mouth, but not for long. I was well past the point of amusement. The desperation had grown second by second, until now, I was a live wire, ready to burst into flames.

His thumb brushed the edge of my lower lip. “Have you ever taken a black guy’s dick before?” The question cut straight through the haze. My pussy clenched around nothing, already wet again. “No.” A small, satisfied sound left him. He let go of my chin, reached down, and pushed the waistband of his sweatpants lower. The heavy weight of his cock sprang free...thick, dark, already half-hard and still growing as I watched. “Well,” he muttered, voice rough now, “I’m about to introduce a new fetish into your life.”

I can't help but gasped at what he did as I was waiting for what he will do next. "Fuck! What are you doing, Dom?" I asked Dom with a confused tone when he suddenly rubbed his dick on my ass, it felt so fucking weird when he rubbed his dick on me, especially since I was not used to someone doing it to me. "I'm sorry sir, it's just my fetish. I love the idea of rubbing my raging hard dick in the ass of a muscular and handsome top, it feels so dominating." Dom replied and he did not even bother to stop what he was doing to me.

Our body fluids mixed into a scent that was to become my new olfactory fetish. “Call me Master,” he said softly, his ears resting on my lips. “Master,” I moaned, making enough hot air to make his body shiver. “Fuck yes,” he said, thrusts getting faster, eyes closed. “You own this pussy, Master,” I moaned louder into his ears, my hips meeting his thrusts. “Oh,” he sang in a way that softened me up, sending a vibration over my core.