Pee Fetish นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she whimpered, the word slipping out before she could stop it. Julian froze, a smirk playing on his lips. He loved hearing her break. He loved knowing that the most feared woman in the firm was reduced to a shaking mess beneath him. He stepped back just enough to free himself from his trousers, his cock thick and pulsing, straining against the air. He didn't use a condom; he didn't care about the risks, only the reward of claiming her completely in the middle of her own sanctuary.

Biting (giving) — 4 Biting (receiving) —4 Kissing (giving) — 5 Kissing (receiving) —5 Zapping (electricity) — 3 Ice cubes — 4 Wax play —4 Clothes pegs — 4 Knife play —2 Fire Play —1 Breath play Breath control — 2 Choking — 3 Humiliation Teasing — 4 Humiliation (private) — 4 Humiliation (public) — 2 Verbal humiliation — 5 Spitting — 2 Objectifying — 3 Shaving — 1 Sexy clothing — 5 Outdoor scenes — 2 Public exposure — 2 Body part torture Nipple clamps — 3 CBT — 1 Sounding —1 Fetishes Feet — 1 Boots — 2 Underwear (panties/lingerie)— 5 Chastity devices — 2 Masks — 2 Leather — 4 Roleplaying Fear play — 4

"Would you like to share it with us?" Sophia kept her head bowed, her voice barely audible. "My boyfriend has a beautiful penis that’s over nine inches long and really thick when he’s erect… I love giving him oral sex, and sometimes when he’s about to cum in my mouth, he pulls out, pushes me down, and fucks me right away. If we had to stop and put on a condom, the whole point of a quick, hard fuck would be ruined." The room grew noticeably warmer. At least half the class was breathing shallowly, crossing and uncrossing their legs as Sophia described her boyfriend’s huge cock in such intimate detail.

It wasn’t creepy like the cops made it out. Alice was cooperative for her age, and I was so proud of my daughter for standing her ground and telling everyone that he was my boyfriend, and she wanted Caleb to be her cool daddy—her words, not mine. Cops had questioned me, and I felt dirty when they asked if he ever coerced me into his weird fetishes. Caleb didn’t have any weird fetishes. He had a poster of me on his ceiling, and if someone else asked what his fetish was, he’d look at me and Kyle and tell them that his fetish was us.

The reminder of that thick stretch of cock. “Hold the fuck up.” I berated myself, stifling the images that stuck itself in my mind but the point remained. He wasn't a lonely old man or some rich bastard having a midlife crisis. He was at the prime of his life. Someone like him could have anyone he wanted with the snap of his fingers. Why would he stoop to watching cam girl content? Was it a thrill? Some kind of addiction? A secret fetish? Was I the only one he was watching or just a roster amongst many?

She’d scrolled through enough secret forums and explicit photos late at night, fingers buried between her slick folds, imagining the sharp bite of metal against her most sensitive spot. Her pussy throbbed at the thought, already dampening her panties. She bit her lip, nipples hardening into tight peaks beneath the thin fabric. Fuck it. She opened the app—Elite Body Mods: Discreet Home Service—and booked the premium package. Double nipple piercings plus consultation for intimate piercing. The f*e was eye-watering, but privacy was worth every penny. No shop, no strangers staring at her bare tits. Just a professional who would come to her.

Not the filthy, twisted, no-limits way that made my pussy throb just thinking about it. I stripped down to nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of thin panties after my shower, my nipples already tight and sensitive against the soft fabric. I climbed onto my bed, the sheets cool against my bare skin, and opened my favorite p**n site. The glow from the screen lit up my dim room like a dirty secret. I didn’t waste time on vanilla crap tonight. My fingers flew across the keyboard: *step daddy fucks step son rough*. Thumbnails loaded, full of exactly what I needed—muscular older men with commanding bodies dominating eager younger guys, cocks buried deep, faces twisted in raw pleasure.

I said as I turned my face so he wouldn't read off the fact that his show really turned me wet after he left. “Go to a swingers party or a fucking orgy. That's what they are for, right?” “I tried, but I couldn't even get it up there. I know this may sound weird…” “Then don't say it…” however, he ignored me and continued. “But I think the fettish is closely tied to you. I tend to get attached to my first time of things, that's why I was very careful before picking out my first friend,” he said, his eyes on me and I got the message.

This was getting deeper and deeper than I ever imagined sex and sexual fantasies could go! “The seventh floor is for all things fetish,” I had to interrupt him on that! “What kind of fetishes?” “Oh…like sucking toes and feet, if you like to be covered in cum to finish your night, if you like your partner to lead you around on a leash and treat you like a pet, if you want toys used on you that are not the typical things, some wolves like to urinate on their she-wolf partners to mark them as part of their territory without…marking them as their mate, transgender wolves and she-wolves like to play on that floor,” He tries to give clarification.

“You haven’t had sex for how long now? A month? Don’t let your baby-momma stop you from getting it.” “If I’m getting any, it’s not going to be a hook-up from the supermarket.” I click my tongue, “Oh, I forgot you have your own standard. Gotta be vetted by the agency first, and should have the word ‘teen’ for her age. Sorry I forgot, my bad.” “My standard is different now. I have fetish for whales and penguins.” I gasp hearing his faint mockery of my current figure and style of walking. As if that’s not enough, he adds, “But I’m too busy taking care of my kitten, sex is the last thing on my mind.”