Pee Fetish Novels & Stories

“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…”

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“My name is Sapphire and I’m here from Fantasies.” The muscles in Felix’s body visibly relaxed. Fantasies was an elite at home prostitute service. Their website allowed for patrons to pick any girl with whatever body specifications, kinks, accents, accessories or outfits the men desired. Fantasies ensured that all of their girls were devoid of STDs and had contraceptives so that men who wanted to enjoy the pleasure of sex without the pressure of condoms could be free to do so.

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.

I am Hemanth, a 19-year-old Indian boy, living with my parents in a quiet suburban neighborhood. I had always been a shy, introverted kid, but lately, I had developed a fascination with BDSM and pegging. I spent hours online, watching videos and reading stories about dominant women using strap-ons to fuck their submissive male partners. The idea of being dominated, edged, and tortured by a powerful milf consumed my thoughts.

His hands gently touched her clit and she jerked in excitement. “Wet,” he said dryly, as though mainly talking to himself. “Would she be as wet as this, I wonder?” Felicia looked back in confusion. Did he have a fetish that she was going to have to fulfill? Most men liked to call out the name of their lovers and fantasies when they were with her. Felicia usually would not mind, but this was different. This, she had offered herself willingly for. Men usually pay for their pleasure with her, and through that she could let them be a fucking rat if she wanted to.

she begged, the risk of neighbors hearing or Pedro calling only adding to the addictive thrill, making everything dirtier and more forbidden. Finally, Atlas couldn’t hold back: with an animal roar, he came deep in her ass, hot, thick jets of cum filling her anus, leaking out the sides and dripping down her reddened ass, mixing with the juices from her pussy. Anya came one last time, her body trembling in spasms, the vibrator still buzzing until he turned it off and slowly removed it, leaving her empty but satisfied.

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mingled with my breathless cries and his low, guttural praise. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take every inch because this tight little pussy is gripping me so perfectly. Your boys never reached this deep, never made you feel this full.” He rubbed my pearl again, his fingers slick with my yoghurt, circling with relentless pressure while his hips snapped forward. Tension coiled tighter, my body trembling on the brink. The forbidden reality — being bent over and claimed by my best friend’s widowed father in their own home — amplified everything tenfold.

Even though he doesn't care, it won't be enjoyable to him… ‘Except he loves fucking dead girls!’ My brain screams it in my head. Somehow, it fills my head with terror. Thick bumps creep along my bare skin, crippling my thoughts. Fucking dead bodies is one dark kink, and just realizing how lost Mr. Russo is, he might be into that fetish too. ‘But he won't fuck me in my unconsciousness, right?’ I try to make sense of it. ‘It’s rape…’ ‘No darling, you already sold your soul to him for a night when you were devilish enough to poison another—’

It's like wearing a second skin. Customers with weird fetishes would definitely pay a premium for such a woman's appearance. "Should I try?" Rena asked. Her soft voice was able to harden the tension down there again, and it still lingered inside him. "You can contact me again if you want to get paid." I'll be looking forward to seeing her again. "Before that, how about tonight ...." I lifted Rena to get on top of me, letting me lean on the edge of the tub. She climbed on top of me, inserting my hard stick that had tasted her pussy into the ass hole. She know it.