Scat Fetish Novels & Stories

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..."

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.

I passed out naked, bloody, and alone but free; after ten years, I was free. I had just done the unthinkable. I completed the rejection ritual marking myself as a mate rejecter, a pariah in my community. I not only rejected my mate but my old pack. My whole identity to that point – was gone. I was now scarred, no longer marked. Now, I carry the black scar created by the silver blade, and I reject the mate made just for me by the goddess. The cursed life of a "Scarred One" is what I must look forward to now. The sense of loss was foreboding. Was what I lost the only cost for my freedom from my mate bond?

Bottles of wine arranged on the glass table. Damian sat in the middle of two naked ladies ,they are all over him kissing and running hands over his body,he squeezed their asses spanking them as he kissed one deeply,while the other kneeled in the floor facing his crotch region. The door opened as camera flashed,they turned stunned as the camera flashed again. “Clear shot” Scar said as she sprawled on the couch opposite them,one leg crossed over the other. The trio looked shocked see as they stared at her,she's in a baggy pants and hoodie,with boots,a face cap covering the top part of her face.

"I'd there anything you're in to? Anything I can do or wear that would make our first time special?" Rayan went quiet for a moment, just long enough for Scott to think he'd gone too far, before replying, "I can't think of anything. I haven't had that many experiences." "What about absolute no-goes?" "Restraints." Rayan answered immediately. "I don't like BDSM stuff." "Don't worry, neither do I." Rayan had tensed, but he relaxed after his boyfriend's words. They lay in silence for a bit, as Scott connected a few mental dots. He would be happy indeed to personally castrate whoever this ex of Rayan's was.

She fluttered her lashes at me. I bit back my laugh. "Of course baby doll. But you know I prefer you in your birthday suit." The attendant coughed. "Uhm, follow me." She hurried away. Cathleen laughed. "You're terrible, Sin. You embarrassed the poor woman." "You started it." I tugged at her braid again. "I'm starting to think you have a hair fetish." "I have a you fetish." She rolled her eyes and followed after the attendant. I took a seat while Cathleen and the attendant went through the racks to find something her size. Suddenly I heard Cathleen squeak.

A fat man is openly fucking his collared boy on a couch. A woman in a latex catsuit is leading two naked girls on leashes making them crawl. Several men stare at you with open hunger. One particularly creepy older man with approaches your Owner while staring at you. “New toy?” he asks“Quad amputee? Very nice. I have my own here, but I wouldn’t mind borrowing yours later. Those stumps look perfect for gripping.” Your Owner smiles politely but keeps a possessive hand on your back. “She’s the star tonight. Before her farewell,everyone will get a turn.”

I moan hard every time he licks my nipples making it hard. “I thought you said only kissing” I moaned out breathlessly. “I change my mind,” he says and grins evilly. He loves to play with my boobs until he makes me come. While I was writhing underneath him, he tugs his shirt off and puts my arms in his back indicating me to scratch it when he thrust me. Liam has a fetish for scratching thing whenever we make love. Right now, he's holding my hips grinding down on me. I pant breathlessly and gasped every time he thrust in deep.