Scat Fetish の小説・ストーリー

I growled in satisfaction, feeling her walls tighten around me before lowering my hand between us to draw circles of eight down on her clit. Scarlett moaned, rolling her head back, and clawing my back, I let out a low growl that had her loosening her grip. My fetish for pain was one that she didn’t understand much, but I knew that she usually clawed me by mistake; however, I never really minded anyway.

Her beautiful face held a punishing expression. On her Dominatrix website, she shared links and discussions about the BDSM lifestyle. She advertised services that included BDSM, or Bondage, Discipline and Dominance, Submission and Sadomasochism. Her articles posted links to safe-sex websites—SSC, or Safe, Sane, and Consensual, and RACK, Risk Aware Consensual Kink—promoting consensus between partners in BDSM.

I said again, shaking my head, even as my body betrayed me, leaning into their touch. Their response was relentless. Shaun's fingers explored my most sensitive spots. In a heartbeat, my skirt had been discarded and my legs were parted, wide enough to accommodate Shaun. His finger slipped into me, drawing gasps and moans from me despite myself. Seth's mouth found my breasts, his lips and tongue working together to drive me to the brink of madness. Scott's kisses were a constant assault, stealing my breath and leaving me dizzy.

'Let's take a nice run, Scarlet. 'Ok, but you better have someone fill a bath of ice for when we return. Our mates marking each other might set us off to chase them down.' 'Good idea! I don't want to ruin their moment. We can have them once they come home.' I giggled to myself as my bones began shifting. 'Now you're talking. I couldn't wait until you fully gave into the insatiable lust inside us.' Scar said just as her paws hit the ground. 'I was never shy about sex.' I countered.

That rhythm stirs something feral and familiar inside me. My fangs slide out slowly, scraping that spot where her pulse pounds hardest. The memory hits me without warning. Valentino. Last night. The girl beneath his lips. Her blood as he drank her dry. The way desire had coiled hot and dark inside me as I watched. “Bite me, Scar.” Cassidy moans now, breathless, grinding her pussy harder against my cock. “Ah…” I groan as her pussy squeezes me, pulls me in. I flip her suddenly, forcing her down until she’s bent over for me. Her ass raised. Her slick, dripping pussy exposed. Her back arched just enough for me to sink into her properly.

The dirty, slutty feeling makes me so hot, I feel like I belong to them right now. Scott reaches around and rubs my swollen clit fast. “Come again for us, Jenny. We want to feel this pussy lose control one more time.” I cannot hold back, the third orgasm hits me even harder. I scream around Tyler’s cock as my pussy squeezes Scott like a vice. My legs shake so much I can barely stay on my feet. Scott groans loudly, he pulls out and strokes his thick cock, his cum shoots across my ass and lower back. At the same time, Tyler pulls out of my mouth and strokes himself fast, he shoots his warm cum all over my breasts, neck, and chin.

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.

As expected, the place was busy. Scott saw dozens of members, kinksters of various types. Some were dressed as he was, in average street clothes. Others wore leather fetish gear, men and women, both Dominant and submissive. Some of the subs wore skimpy lingerie, and he saw one male sub dressed only in a gold lamé banana hammock. Scott shook his head. Never in a million years. Suppressing a grin, he headed for the bar. He'd just ordered a whiskey on the rocks when he heard his name. "Sir Scott! It's been a while. How are you?" A tall dark-haired man in an expensive charcoal grey suit greeted him.

Kaleb inquired. “Kaleb! I can’t dance! I have two left feet!” She finally let it out, her chest heaving after the words rolled off her tongue. Dead air fell upon them. Kaleb gasped, and then he smirked. It took a second for Kaleb to move closer to Scarlett, his eyes narrowing. He hissed and suggested, “I think that is hot.” “What? How is that hot?” Scarlett objected. “You know, kitten. I have this strange fetish for left feet. The more the better! You can have ten left feet and I would not care!” He countered.

He could not believe what was taking place. His enjoyment brought a smile on Martha’s face and Fred felt his dick ready to burst through his pants. “I know that you have a foot fetish,” revealed Martha. “I saw you licking my soiled flats earlier in the office,” she added. “Really?” he asked with q deep blush. “Martha, I am sorry, I will not repeat it,” he said. “Do not tell mom, please,” he added. “Do not worry, my lips are sealed,” she replied.