Pee Fetish Novels & Stories

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—’

46. I like to dominate cute goth girls like you. I like to treat entertainers like the sluts and whores I’m paying you to be. I want to make you gag on my cock and stretch you with toys until your pussy is used up and dripping, juicy. I want anal play, deep and hard, and I want to slap your ass while I’m doing it. Another thing, high on my list, is that I want to punish those lovely big tits of yours. And all the while, I want you to be a good little girl and call me Sir.

Sophie pov I took off my skirt and slowly traced lines on my panties, not taking my eyes off the magazine, slowly flipping it to the next page. My breathing grew faster. It was an up-close picture of the woman having her pussy licked by the man. Fuck, I couldn't tease myself any longer. I pulled my panties to one side and slipped a finger into my pussy.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV "Use your feet." I gulp at that, "My... ffe... feet." "Yes love, use your feet just like you would use your hands on my cock." I swallow again, this... is a new thing to me; I've never met anyone with a feet fetish before.

Every word Kevin said ended up sinking straight into her heart. "Why are you thinking so hard about something like that? It's none of your business." It was indeed her business. But Hannah couldn't exactly say that. "Maybe you're too innocent to know about this, but I've heard there are people who are into that. They have a fetish for watching their partner have sex with someone else." "Yuck." Hannah made a disgusted face. "That's insane." "Yeah. There are even lots of anime like that, where the main character's partner cheats on them. There’s a whole genre dedicated to it.”

I nodded lightly, and he smiled. Holding my neck and a little of my breath, he hit deep against my uterus. His cock set me on fire and made the walls of my core open for him. Everything became his. The horniness corrupted me. The fetish of being restrained, of having something rough, but controlled, left me with my head spinning and a smile in my mouth. I had never let a man do that to me. I've never had enough confidence or desire. But, fuck, Pablo was another story.

“Maybe I should send you some of the hottest fetish sites right now. I think if you show him what people would pay to see that majestic chest live, or what they do with the stumps nowadays… What are you laughing at?” “Nothing!” I exclaimed, trying to look composed, but I was never a good actress. And Peter knew it perfectly. His questioning look made me understand. “Bitch, what have you done to that hairy body that you haven't told me?” His eyes narrowed further when I said nothing, then widened dramatically before letting out a startled gasp. “His stump? Have you used the stump of that spectacular creature for your pleasure? You really are a bitch, Vivienne. I am so jealous of you right now

After some weeks, he sent a private message. My stomach flipped. I heard horror stories pf guys asking for weird, dangerous stuff. But I was desperate, so I wrote back, He explained what he wanted calmly. He had a fetish for… his own cum. Not in a gross way, he said. He just like the idea of a woman using it, playing with it, and appreciated it. He wanted to send me samples, fresh ones, tested and safe. So I can film myself using them. He said he would pay alot. Like huge funds.

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.