Scat Fetish Novels & Stories

"No strings attached, handsome. Don't worry, we're clean, we're just healthy, horny girls looking to have some fun." "Come on, join us in our place. You will like it there, we have pools, saunas, cages, tools, coke, and everything that you need for an unforgettable lust-filled night." "We will have an orgy there, and our body is yours to use all night long. We will make all your sex fantasies come true." "Ah, I'm so wet down there." The blonde woman moaned as she rubbed her ample breasts, which were protruding from her revealing top, into Scott's arms.

Scarlet screamed in pleasure, her eyes rolling back. From the corner of her eye, Scarlet noticed the slightly ajar door. She was aware that the people downstairs could hear her moans and gasps of pleasure. She grabbed her breasts, massaging and pinching her nipples. She was shameless in bed, something Arnulfo loved about her. He didn’t care if someone saw or heard them having sex. In fact, it was one of Scarlet’s fantasies—to be watched while having sex. Luckily, Arnulfo was always game for it.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, dominant/submissive dynamics, rough sex, forbidden relationship, risky public sex. 18+ only. Ethan had been subscribed to Scarlet's exclusive content for eight months. Eight months of the most intense, addictive solo sessions of his life. The mysterious masked stripper had become his obsession....her body was perfection, her moves were hypnotic, but it was the mystery that really got him. Nobody knew who she was. She never showed her face, never spoke, just moved with a sensuality that made grown men weep.

Ced nodded silently down to her and she found herself mechanically nodding up to the two men in response. Having any sort of sexual contact with more than one man at a time was not something Katy had ever fantasized about, nor did she find the idea at all appealing. It was something a slut would do. Now, looking at the strange penis in her left hand, she was excited. It turned her on to be desired as she was, but it turned her on even more to be doing something that only a true slut would do. She looked at her white hand stroking the stranger's black cock as she put her lips around Ced's penis.

His body tenses and his cock pulses inside me, signaling that he’s about to come. Brixton loves to play with his come. He enjoys covering my body in it and drawing designs, creating a new masterpiece every time. He's also heavily into knifeplay and bloodplay, where he cuts me and marks me, then creates yet another masterpiece that's painted with my blood. Scotty isn't into that stuff. He's just more of a rough, dominant type of lover who likes to keep his come where he thinks it belongs: down my throat. Please don’t let him come inside me. I beg myself in my head, nervously chewing on my bottom lip as pleasure rocks my fucking body, bringing on my own climax, which I fight so hard to avoid.

I'm pulled from my erotic thoughts but the sound of what I can only assume to be chains hitting against his metal bed frame hits my ears making my imagination is running wild. Out of the three of us Damitri is more into the seances and the pleasure that can come from touch he likes seeing his girl submit beg and cry out with need to cum after he's heightened their awareness to their limits. we've come to learn that she likes the way ice and other cols items turn her on.

His hand grasps my hair, pulling my head back, I watch as he settles the knife beneath my ear. "Kitty has another fetish," I scream as my body shakes, the feel of the knife sliding down my neck, not enough to cut just scratch. My screams continue as the blade continues to move down to my breasts. Slowly my moans and screams tangle together as I orgasm, my head falling back onto his shoulder. "Really Kitty? Could you not fight it off?" I feel my head shake as more tears fall from my eyes, I quit, I never quit so early, but I quit.

I replied. "I'm going to be better for you, Vera." "I want to believe that, Hunter," I told him. "I really do." "Then believe me," he whispered. "You've said this one too many times, Hunter, asking me to believe you're changing." "When you're like that... during sex," my voice broke a little as I remembered that night. "It's like I don't know you are anymore. You scare me." Hunter's hands reached for my hair, brushing it away from my neck, to reveal my scars. His fingers ran over them gently.

"Your cock is so big, and so hard. Will you shoot your spunk on my tits when you cum, please? Fuck, my clit feels so nice. What should I do now?" "Watch the screen," said Scott, and put yourself in place of the sub. Imagine your domme unzipping her latex catsuit and dripping onto your face, before making you push your tongue into her wet, hot pussy. Now dip two fingers inside, then taste yourself. Tell me how you'd feel as the sub slut."

I can't get all flustered already. Scar: Picture holding you down with one hand while my other fucks your soaking little pussy, nice and slow, before I bend my face down to lick your clit, sucking you, drinking you, making you writhe and scream. I want you to soak my chin, you dirty girl. Rita: Scar! I'm turning off my phone. Scar: I'm picturing your legs wrapped around my face. I grin, but there's no response. The poor girl really must've turned it off.