Pee Fetish Novels & Stories

It's tempting to piss her off every time we meet, but since I plan to keep my balls for a long time — I kept the teasing to the minimum. Second one. Ahbaya likes to read Gay porn. Yes, that’s right. She loves the shit to the bone. And the thing is… I’m fine with that, all of us have weird fetishes and stuff. Heck, I’ve experienced a lot of customers with weird fetishes — but hers is now at the top of my list. Long story short, she asked me what anal sex felt like. And when I answered no, she said, ‘wanna give it a try?’ And no, it’s not her ass. Yes, It’s mine.

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.

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.

The red room was back to its vigorous mood, and was much more alive, better than the previous one, two sweating bodies, one hands tied together, and the extension was on the headboard of the bed, his back facing the predator, banging his behind with great force. He can't scream because of the gag ball in his mouth, every time Cafelle push deep forward, his eyes will blurry from tears and can't see a thing from pleasure. He was one of the lower prostitutes in the club where HiVi and Aru worked before. Cafelle will never not touch his elites, since he had a fetishism for BDSM with wild hard leash, and the love for whipping and hitting his sub. Because he can't get excited without playing with

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.

Then, if I cum all over I have an acceptable excuse and I won’t just have to say sorry. He must realize that I am not completely relaxing, so he stops and lifts his head to say softly, “Sugar, it’s alright. Some people think it’s highly erotic to suck on toes. It’s considered a kink, and if you like it, go with the flow. I live to please you and want you to experience every pleasure I can possibly give.” His voice trails off and then he whispers, “By the end of the night, I will have penetrated every hole and you will learn to love it.”

Axel walks to the box and hands it to the man. “Foot fetish,” the man reads. “I did not expect that at all,” he says, chuckling. “Alright, are you up next, miss?” Foot fetish? I’m surprised, too. Not that I hate feet or anything, but Axel’s just never said anything about it. I walk up to the board and have a look at the options. There’s about 20. I run through the list, immediately dismissing at least 80% of the options. Domination … nope.

~~PEYTON~~ ⚠️ WARNING! ⚠️ **TRIGGERS** MFM Threesome Anal Sex (F/M) Delayed Orgasm Dubious Consent / Dominance Play Verbal Degradation / Intense Possessiveness Pain Infliction Gagging and Choking ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I pout, my eyes looking at him. “Don’t pout, Kitten. It isn’t a good look.” His hand swings. I moan at the feel of the leather across my butt cheek. “Come cuddle and talk.” He picks me up, carrying me to the bed. Lying here in his arms, we are relaxing. “So, Kitten, what other fetishes do you have?” Looking at him, I am unsure how to answer but decide I should be honest, or as honest as I can be.

The better I looked, the nastier the positions I wanted to try, and the more cocks I craved. Onlyfans brought in thousands of messages every week. Most were thirsty. But the cruel ones, the ones calling me a brainless cumrag, a fake-titted whore who only got views because I shook my ass on camera — those made my pussy drip. I fucking loved BDSM. Being degraded, broken, and used was my biggest turn-on.