Scat Fetish Novels & Stories

Shamefully, eagerly wet. His fingers traced the edge of my panties, feeling how soaked the fabric had become. A quiet shiver ran through me as he pressed the flat of his hand firmly against my center, rubbing slow circles over my swollen clit through the drenched lace. The pressure was perfect, teasing yet deliberate. On the screen, a woman screamed as something monstrous chased her through a pitch-black forest, but I could barely register it. All my mind was focused on was Lucas’s hand working between my spread thighs in the dark.

I came violently around his cock, and Mark roared as he pumped me full of his hot cum. Afterwards, lying there sticky and satisfied, I confessed everything. How I’d been having these confusing, throbbing urges about women. How I couldn’t stop staring at Angie — the stunning 25-year-old who’d just started working under me. How I’d fantasized about tasting pussy, about soft feminine hands and tongues exploring my body. Mark listened with wide eyes… but his cock was already twitching back to life against my thigh. He was turned on by it. Really turned on.

Specifically blow job scenes. You could say I watched a little too much p**n, and started to develop some odd fetishes. Ever since 7th grade I've been turned on by women's panties. I can still remember the girl who sat in front of me in science, Amelia. She always wore these silky smooth little panties, and they were constantly sticking out of her pants. So as the years went on, and I browsed all the panty p**n I could, my fetish began to change. Until one day when I was 17, it occurred to me, it would be an even bigger turn on to watch p**n while I was wearing panties. So I sneaked into my older sister’s room and raided her panty drawer. I took a nice silky pair, much like Amelia’s, and hur

Bio: “Your favorite MILF next door with a breeding fetish. Cum play with me, daddy. Exclusive vids, customs, and more. No PPV for my loyal breeders.” Breeding fetish? What the fuck? I scrolled, breath shallow. Thumbnails of videos: “Breeding My Step-Bro,” “Creampie Compilation,” “Impregnate Me POV.” My dick twitched despite the shock. This was her? My future sister-in-law? I clicked a preview clip before I could stop myself. Sam on screen, naked except for thigh-high stockings, on all fours. A guy behind her—faceless, just a cock—pounding away. Her moans were the same ones I heard through the walls, but dirtier. “Fill me up, baby. Breed this tight pussy. Make me yours.”

Ann replied. “ I became your friend before she became your acquaintance, so you should definitely take mine too” Richard said. “Although you bullied me into becoming friends with you, I guess I could take yours too” Ann smirked. “ Wow, I hope you haven't forgotten who you are speaking to” Richard said. “ How can I forget a friend?” Ann said with sarcasm. “ Why do I get this scary feeling that I just walked into a sinking sand?” Richard said faking a shiver.

I nod, he so often knows what I need without me even speaking. "You see, I watch very closely Kitty, which is how I learnt that this". His hand moves, the flogger along my body, moaning I look at it. "That you react differently with PVC and Rubber than anything else. I have been watching closely and learning, that this little thing here, is your fetish". He moves the flogger between his hands. "Really Master?". He nods, “I don't think I have a fetish for it.”

I can hear him gasp as the full view of my butts hit him. I I slowly and seductively sake off my black lacy panty and as I'm about to throw it across the room, Atlas rises and grabs it from my hand, holding it to his face and sniffing the crotch hungrily, while staring me deep in the eyes. Fuck! That is so damn sexy! I think as I watch him. "You are so fucking gorgeous, Scar…" Atlas groans, reaching down and touching his phallus. My eyes follow the gesture, and it makes me restless.

“You know what? I have the perfect cat for you. He’s a new face around here but I can tell he’s desperate for a play. You’ve always been my best gal so why don’t you take him?” She hands me a file with a list of the sub’s interests: objectification, degradation, findom, voyeurism, exhibitionism, feet fetish, temperature play, sadism/masochism, breath play, anal play, feminization, but golden shower is at the top of the list. I smile. “He’s perfect! I guess I’ll need a drink. Plenty of drinks!” I say with a wink. **** The room is lit with red bulbs. I see him immediately, kneeling on the floor with his head down.

My wet pussy turns pepper-red, juice splashes on my thighs, forming a thick lump. I sob softly. Aching. I know how rough the Devils are, matter of fact, it’s what pulled him to me. My dream is to be banged hard like a slut… for my dirty tasty pussy to quake from the heavy thrusts. “Oh, Scar. You’re gonna regret this.” His breezy baritone is like a filthy promise. Not a threat I should dare. And fuck, I want to be scarred by that fucking rumored dick. He slaps my breasts, swatting from one to the other like he’s playing tennis.

Standing, her head barely reaching his chin, she pressed her naked frame against him and whispered, "Is it wrong that I want to stare at them?" Wrong? Never. He couldn't admit it aloud, but he'd always enjoyed watching people being intimate, a fetish he discovered in high school when he came across a girl giving a buddy of his a BJ under the bleachers during a school dance. He'd been unable to tear himself away, just like he'd stayed to watch Francine when Alejandro bounced her on his cock. Sometimes the role of audience could titillate almost as much as that of participant. Of course, only one thing could make it better. Sharing it with the woman he wanted, a naked, very horny one who press