Scat Fetish Novels & Stories

Make her feel every vein, every thick ridge stretching her open. Elena whimpered, plunging two fingers deep inside herself. She fucked herself with them, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Her other hand pinched and tugged her nipples. The fantasy consumed her—Victor’s big body covering hers, his stubble scraping her neck, his low growl in her ear: This pussy has always belonged to me. She added a third finger, stretching herself, curling them against that spot that made her vision spark. Her hips bucked wildly. The necklace bounced between her breasts with every thrust of her hand. Closer… so close…

His hands reached up, releasing mine; I pouted, my eyes looking at him. "Don't pout, Kitten; it isn't a good look." His hand swung, and I moaned at the feel of the leather across my butt cheek. "Come cuddle and talk." He picked me up, carried me to the bed, and laid there in his arms, relaxing. "So, Kitten, what other fetishes do you have?" Looking at him, I was unsure how to answer but decided I should be honest, or as honest as I am able to be.

But her scent… God, her scent was pure want. I gently parted her legs, my large hands spanning her hips. I pressed my palm against her core, and my fingers came away slick with her wetness. She was drenched. For me. For this me. A deep, satisfied sound built in my chest and escaped as a short, possessive howl that vibrated through the room. Mine.

Bates blurted. I intimidated my allies and my enemies. But I didn’t interrogate them. “I get my fix everywhere,” Claw said. “But you know what my biggest fix is right now?” He grinned widely. “Pussy. Lots of pussy. The ones that aren’t virgins go through a strict quality-control check by us before they get on that stage.” He nodded behind him. Before Bates could fixate on his obsession with Damien and Micah any longer, I kicked him under the table.

Readers should be aware of explicit sexual content, intense BDSM themes with a focus on power imbalance, graphic depictions of physical and psychological domination, extreme kink practices including bondage, cock torture, edging, sounding, electro-stimulation, fisting, watersports, double penetration, nipple clamping, ball busting, and deep throat training, strong verbal degradation and humiliation, potential triggers related to authority figures and forced submission in a fantasy context, public exposure risks, sensory overload from sweat and bodily fluids, emotional distress from forbidden dynamics, and the presence of prolonged overstimulation and post-orgasm continuation, all of which ma

I came again, squirting messily around the massive dildos, my body convulsing so hard I thought the chains might give out. Sameal didn't stop even with my cries, he kept pounding the larger dildo into my pussy with brutal speed, tugging the clamps, slapping my ass, until I was a shaking, drooling mess.

“If you really want this dick then answer my question. Tell me what goes on in your club.” “FUCKING IS WHAT GOES ON!” she screamed at him. “It’s a fetish club mostly for yuppies and upper-class folk,” she spoke breathlessly, her eyes blazed at him. “They meet, they socialise, they share themselves out to anyone who wants to fuck them and watch others getting fucked.” Thaddeus felt satisfied with that and thus inserted the crown of his prick between her tight pussy folds. “Ohh yes, oh fuck yes,” Erica cooed while sucking in her breath. “Oooh you know just what I want, baby. Gimme all that dick.”

The Sons of Satan Territory Monday, July 4th 19:23 THE JOURNEY TO THE OTHER SIDE "In fact, there weren't many things Scar didn't hate." SCAR GROANED IN DISAPPROVAL at one of the clubs whores climbing onto his lap. Trying to get his attention, she shamelessly began showering light but sloppy kisses on his neck. He was not in the mood - not one bit. Scar was visibly tense, his lips pulled back in a tight, nasty scowl. He wished to lock himself in his room with a bottle of whisky and drink it until he passed out.

Suddenly Pusscat is standing in the door. “Getting a little drink”. I hold up the plastic bag. “Cheers”. “There are bags upstairs”. “I am soaking up the atmosphere. Are you really talking the cows into all this ?” Pusscat let’s out a small laugh and walks to the fridge. “These days it is no problem living out any kink you might dream of. It is no longer a sport convincing Your victim to let their hair down. It seems to be a requirement to have at least one fetish or kink in each home”.

The bartender, a fat guy with faded tattoos, served her a shot of cheap whiskey, and she drank it slowly, the liquid burning her throat and warming her belly, intensifying the fire already burning between her legs. That's when the door creaked, and Atlas entered, tall and imposing, his leather jacket open revealing a muscular chest covered by a tight t-shirt. His eyes scanned the place and stopped on her, a naughty smile spreading across his lips. He walked straight over, ignoring the curious glances, and sat next to her on the stool, his thighs deliberately brushing against hers. His scent invaded Anya – male sweat, cigarettes, and something primal, like fresh semen. Without a word, without