Poop Fetish Novels & Stories

I look down, seeing his very large erection standing at attention. “No way you’re peeing on me. I’m not into that at all,” I say very seriously. I know that’s a fetish and I also know that animals mark their territory with pee, but no way in hell I’m letting this guy pee on me. I don’t care how great he is or how sexy he is. No pee. “Not my urine,” he says, giving me a forced smile. “It’s fine. Maybe Baron can rub himself against you and scent you later.”

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.

. There was a line of men ready and waiting. Whilst the shop was closed, I had always suspected there to be shows, gatherings that took be place within hidden rooms. Clearly such a gathering had just ended as there was a very long line of people. The next man stood up. His cock was erect. He jerked it slowly back few times before unleashing his piss. It sprayed everywhere blasting me in the face. It did not taste good a sharp acidic flavour filled my mouth. Soon more and more men came to relieve themselves on me. I felt dirty, used and filthy. I was loving every second. Several went at once. Every tiny inch of me was covered the outfit I was wearing reduced to a piss covered rags that clung

Just so she knew what he was talking about exactly, he used his hands to cup her tits. "Oh sweetheart, you never ever have to ask your mommy to be fed... as long as we are alone. You are a big boy... if you are hungry just... satisfy your hunger with me, anytime or anyplace as you see fit. Oh and just so you know, tonight was sweet but I have a sort of fetish you know." "What kind of fetish?" he asked eagerly. "Well sometimes... I like it kind of rough. Your dad he... well let's just say he was pretty conservative in bed so he never really gave me any of the rough stuff I like. Now it's your turn. Do you have any, you know, fetishes."

"I'm going to show you something and I want you to tell me what you feel, but it has to be true, here we don't judge anyone and everyone is free to live out their fetishes, but we don't accept anything illegal." "For example? "She says, all interested. I smile. "No children, animals or rape. But if you're an adult looking for relief, this is the place to go." I press the window control button and the curtains open, revealing several people practicing their own fetishes. She sighs loudly, surprised by the nod, and steps away from the pane. "All these people here have their own issues, Nelly. Some just want to relieve stress." "And what does that mean?"

The mix of our arousal impregnates the air around us. Impregnate. He has a breeding kink; he’s fetish is to cum inside me and watch his seed run down my legs. He hasn’t use a condom with me, is not like we are going to catch a disease or get pregnant, so bareback it is. It felt oddly good, yet something within me tells me this is all wrong.

I liked it. Standing again, in front of him, I felt shy and self conscious, I was standing right next to him, and he looked that good, and I probably looked like a cat dragged out of water. “First, I need to know that you understand, these kinks, these fetishes, they sometimes have to do with real life issues, like you told that woman from the station, they may be happening in real life, but they are different in the sense that, these are controlled, the entire thing is controlled.”

I could hardly believe that Colin—my straight-laced, old-fashioned husband of more than a decade—had such a twisted fetish. I remembered when we once stumbled across a post about this kind of kink online. Colin's face had been full of disgust. He'd even said those people were sick. But when I scrolled to the woman's post from a month ago, she had written gleefully, 'The aloof, mature man I've been chasing finally agreed to be my puppy! Guys, tell me I'm not dreaming!'

Chapter 3: MY BEST FRIEND’S DAD IS BREEDING ME ON THE KITCHEN TABLE WHILE HIS WIFE AND DAUGHTER SLEEP UPSTAIRS The sleepover at Sophie’s house feels normal on the surface. We gossip, paint our nails, watch trashy movies, and laugh like the best friends we’ve always been. But underneath my innocent smile, my pussy is still throbbing from Professor Langdon’s cum drying on my thighs earlier. I’m addicted now. The riskier, the filthier, the better.

"And what would be your fetish, lawyer?", but what the fuck question was that? And how the fuck could I get away from the answer so easily? If the subject had not deviated to a totally different aspect, I would have ended up confessing that my fetishes included extreme domination, euphoria, and naughtiness. Because I was too sincere and gossip beyond the account. And all my professionalism would be thrown down the drain if I had had more time on that subject.”