Scat Fetish Novels & Stories

Kiema slid her hand over Scarlet's lower abdomen, drawing harsh inhales from us. "They're playing all of them like a bloody fiddle," Lukas said. "It's what happens when they get pussy-whipped. All brains head south of the border," Atlas answered. "Are they here on Azica?" Kiema asked as Scarlet let loose a small, teasing groan. Alok shook his head. "And the beast? Is he real?" Scarlet asked as she laced her fingers through Kiema's drew both of their hands lower on her body. Kiema dropped her head to Scarlet's neck, grazed her lips up the side of it.

Tabitha stated, repositioning herself to talk to Blake, who sat on her bed. “So what’s your excuse?” Blake asked, looking at Tabby. “I’m reevaluating this person who we were looking to promote, but he has a very unique fetish that only came to light tonight,” Tabby said, placing her tablet to the side to conduct a conversation with Blake. “Oh? What fetish this rising star has, if I might ask?” Blake asked, almost knowing in his heart. “He loves pregnant women and becomes their subordinate in the presence of them,” Tabby said shyly.

“Fine, what do you want to do today. I do need to look if my mate is okay and then the rest of the day I’m all yours so we can close our band together in a civil way.” “You know it’s the middle of the night right? So maybe you can just give me a farewell?” She starts to lean forward and just then I realize that she was only wearing her bra and panties. What the fuck she just came for some sex again. I really didn’t want this anymore but I didn’t want to disrespect Scarlett, she never disrespected me. Well unless you count the prick just a few seconds ago. “Scarlett, please…” I tried to stop her but she now was kissing my sweet spot where the mate mark should be. This place is the most sensit

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.

'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.

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.

He asks curiously. Okay, that is a weird question. “No, most fetishes are there. They just need to be found. It can be one small thing that makes someone realise they have a fetish for something, and from that day on, everything changes.” I explain. I look at him. Is this something to do with Alena? “Okay, well, Alena has one for leather and tattoos. I have never seen her like she was today.” He explains. Leather is common, tattoos though, are a dangerous game, but an amazing one as well.

Scarlet was clearly gushing, I could see it. “What exactly do you think you are doing, Mr Fenrir?” She flared up, “how dare you kiss me like that? Is this why you called yourself my guardian? Now I am convinced that you are a pervert, a pedophile, a fucking psychopath” her fingers combed through her hair as she continued to talk to me and rather than the lusty look she had earlier, she now had a look of disdain hovering over her face and I knew she wouldn’t hesitate to put a bullet in my head if she was handed a gun.

I couldn’t control myself, I felt so sensitive, so sensitive and so turned on. “Scar” I cried out, my hips buckling uncontrollably, my nails digging into the countertop. “Fuck, princess, you’re so wet” he growled, his voice raspy and deep. “So ready” he added as he increased the speed of his movements against my clit and sent me over the edge again. I loved it when you said all of those while fucking me. “I can’t hold it any longer,” I muttered, tears filling my eyes. I tightened my grip on the bar. “Please, Scar fuck me !” I pleaded, looking at him in the mirror as he continued working me up relentlessly.

Shaking my head, I laughed nervously. "No... God no!" I admitted, my cheeks blushing softly. "It's a kink.. A fetish! I like abduction play! It's our thing! We come out here, play... no harm, no foul! I am sorry I scared you!" I smiled sheepishly, hoping I was selling my story. "That's..."