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    11 December, 2017 (19:57) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories, Swinger Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    by Lyn D (Lynduke@aol.com)

    The loving couple sat in the living room watching a
    love story on TV. It was about a doctor and a nurse.
    Sue being a nurse couldn’t resist medical fetishes.

    She pulled Jays shorts off and laid him across her lap.
    “Oooooo…” he moaned as she rubbed his back. Little
    did he know what she had in store. Her clit was swollen
    and twitching as she watched the doctor on TV kissing
    and fondling his nurse’s privates.

    She grabbed a rectal thermometer and shook it down. Jay
    looked around. “Oh no, you’re not”, he said
    embarrassed. “Oh yes I am, so don’t try and resist, I’m
    much stronger than you,” said nurse Sue.

    She dipped the end of the bulb into Vicks Vaporub; it
    gave a nice tingly icy feeling in ones rectum. She
    pried apart Jays butt cheeks and played with his anus
    and penis to get him more in the mood. “LET ME CUM!” He
    was begging her to bring him to climax, but no, first
    he had to satisfy her fetish. The thermometer was
    slowly pushed into place. It was pushed in and out, in
    and out, twirled around in his bottom, then held in
    place for at least 5 minutes. Jay was squirming. Sue
    pulled out the thermometer and read it. It was an even
    100 degrees.

    “You have a slight fever. An enema will make you feel
    better.” In she came with a bulb enema apparatus and a
    bowl of very warm soapy water. She squirted this up
    Jay’s ass till he thought he would cum on her couch. It
    was leather. So it wouldn’t stain. But he had the idea
    she might punish him somehow if he came without her
    permission, so he waited, and enjoyed the feeling of
    the … Read the rest

    All Dressed Up

    3 October, 2017 (20:25) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    by Doug Westerman (no address provided)

    ***

    A short story about role-playing. (MF, wife)

    ***

    Not long ago my wife decided to surprise me by
    dressing up and acting like a whore. She must have had
    the whole thing planned out because she sent me to the
    store for a bottle of wine. My wife doesn’t drink wine
    that often so it made me just a bit suspicious when
    she insisted that I buy some, but I had no idea what
    she had in mind. The trip to the store and back took
    about a half hour. When I returned she greeted me
    looking like some hooker you’d find in an alley
    somewhere.

    She’d made her face up applying a very heavy pale
    base. Wearing long false eye-lashes, a wide slash of
    black eyeliner, two shades of bright eye shadow,
    gleaming ruby red lipstick and a blonde wig that I had
    never seen before, my wife stood before me sucking a
    cigarette like she’d been smoking all her life dressed
    in only see-through black and red bra with holes that
    her nipples stuck through, and a matching pair of
    crotchless panties that revealed her bush and meaty
    crack. She also wore a garter belt, black fish-net
    stockings and to finish off her appearance, a pair of
    red high heels. She looked like something out of a
    sailor’s dream.

    I was speechless when I first saw her. I was
    dumfounded when she fell to her knees in front of me
    and unzipped my pants, taking my cock out and slowly
    licking the head until it started to stiffen. She then
    sucked it into her mouth like a vacuum and made loud
    slurping noises while coating it with her hot saliva
    and smearing her lipstick all over it. While she was
    sucking … Read the rest

    Desk Slut – a Fetish Adult Sex Story

    22 July, 2017 (04:12) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    She knelt before him, eyes down cast, not meeting his gaze. She was nude except for her heels, collar and cuffs. As she knelt, she made sure that her legs were slightly spread so he could see her pussy, well shaved and lips parted slightly in arousal. The fire in her ass and shoulders still making her swoon from the flogging he had given her as a reward.

    She could not look into his eyes now. Especially not now. His gaze had a power over her now that could strip her to her soul and lay her bare before him. She could only look at him when he was looking away and then she gazed in loving awe of him. When he looked back at her however, she had to immediately avert her eyes. She knew he was aware of that and did it just to keep her off guard. She even sensed the smile on his lips as she gazed down at the floor.

    He reached out and tapped the end table next to him and she quickly sprang to her feet and trotted off to the kitchen. She got his favorite coffee mug down and poured a cup, exactly 4/5 full, leaving room for cream and sugar. She carefully scooped out one and a half spoons of sugar and then added cream until it was just the right color. Sure it was perfect, she trotted back into the room, the scalding cup clasped in both hands.

    She knelt again and presented him the coffee, bowing her head slightly as she did. He allowed her to sit there a second, the heat of the coffee trying her dedication as she held it out in both hands, safely cool handle pointing to him. Finally he took it from her and … Read the rest

    In the Belly of the Beast – a Fetish Adult Sex Story

    22 July, 2017 (04:11) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    Her body was lithe and deadly, tight in all the right places and long. She gave the definite appearance of a cat as she walked into the room, the grace of her steps, the power of her muscles. There was nothing that was not feminine about her, she oozed the sensual glory of a woman but she was also as deadly as she was beautiful. That’s what made them want her.

    The leather of her outfit hugged her form tightly and outlined her in a most amazing way. The neckline plunged to the waist revealing the swell of her breasts but not the nipple. Buckles and clasps, all bright chrome held it in a perfect tease as she walked. The legs and hips, like they were painted on showed every twitch she added to her step.

    She was, by all accounts anyone had ever heard, quite nice. No one had anything bad to say about her but, people also had little to say about her. Men who lusted her knew little more then her name. Women who glanced at her with catty stares knew little more then they were no longer even in the same room as far as the men knew. But he knew her name and who she was. He knew a lot about her.

    She paused and leaned over in an exaggerated stance to pull her thigh high boots taut, she glanced across the room at her. He was smiling at the display she was putting on. He knew it was for him but neither had to say it. He just watched her and smiled and waited.

    The men came up to her one by one and in small clutches of insecurity. One liners and compliments meant little to her. They spoke to her look, to the … Read the rest

    Bad Baby Girl – a Fetish Adult Sex Story

    22 July, 2017 (04:08) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    When I walked into the room I was struck by a sight that made me livid immediately. My pastels crushed and ground to dust, pieces of hand made watercolor paper with big smiley face drawings on them, colorful scrawling rainbows drawn on the wall and her, standing there with smears of pigments coloring her white cotton blouse, red checkered pants, and skin. Her face had a big blue smear across one cheek and little black smudges from rubbing her nose.

    I took a deep breath to control my anger and asked her “Did you do this?”

    She shook her head no, her pigtails bouncing back and forth. “Nuh uh.”

    “No?” I asked, trying to control my tone of voice and temper. “You didn’t do this?”

    She paused and looked around as though she was just noticing the mess for the first time. “Nuh uh.” She shook her head again and tried to look innocent.

    “Then who did?” I demanded. My temper was running short now.

    She looked around again as though a good answer could be found in the mess. “I dunno. Musta been someone in here.”

    “Someone. . .. .Musta. . . .you are saying. . . .you. . . . heh heh. . . . ok. . . .You are trying to tell me…You. . . oh no. . . . you aren’t doing that.” OK, I know it came out disjointed and made no sense to anyone but me but it was truly the best I could do at that moment.

    “Maybe it was a burglar.” Her eyes suddenly wide with excitement that I might believe her.

    “Burg. . . . burg. .. .bu…..Get your ass to the time out chair now!” I had lost all composure by this point. She sorta picked up on this little … Read the rest

    The Test – a Fetish Adult Story

    22 July, 2017 (04:07) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    She knelt in the center of the black marble floor. The gold veining in the stone making her feel somehow like a precious thing, a treasure displayed. Her over sized black satin cushion seemed to merge into the sea of darkness so that she was almost floating there, waiting for them.

    The walls by sharp contrast were all white marble and seemed to shoot upwards forever. The octagonal room was expansive and quiet, only the sound of her own beating heart in her ears. Then the distinct click of the door lock opening and the swish of the heavy door swinging open behind her.

    She did not turn or move a muscle. She knelt with her knees and ankles spread slightly, toes pointed back straight. Her shoulders were square to the floor and chin held up in a proud stance. Her hands laid one atop the other, facing up and held just below her breasts. She was posed for inspection and was well trained, she did not even bat an eye as they began to circle around her.

    There were five of them, that much she had known before this began. Five possible choices, each dressed in a black robe and black leather mask that covered half the face. She did not know who was who as the robes had hoods which obscured them all from her eyes. They admired her outfit, a black lace poets shirt and tight waist cinched, no bra, no panties. She was adorned and yet nude. Her ass cheeks barely touched her heels as she sat at full attention.

    Crouching down behind her, she heard the first one speak. “She is well shaved.” The others chuckled. “I happen to like well shaved thank you.” He said and laughed. “And see how her lips part just … Read the rest

    Sweet Peeper – a Voyeur Fetish Sex Story

    22 July, 2017 (04:06) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    Owen watched the girl turn down the covers and set the candles in place on his bed stand. She was so careful and exacting, he wondered if there was some set way things where done. He had never really noticed. He had also not noticed when that scrawny little girl with pig tails had become this fetching young lady with a gorgeous figure. He smiled and played with his snifter of brandy as he watched her bend and straighten the quilt.

    Her ass was not tiny, it was full and firm like only a young girl’s ass could be. Even the layers of petticoats and bloomers could not hide its curves. He smiled and tilted his head slightly to view it at a different angle. Yes, that was a good ass.

    She noticed his stare and blushed but did not shy away from it. Owen raised an eyebrow in question and the girl blushed bright red and went back to her duties. The night, until now sour with disappointment was definitely turning out better then he had thought. She turned profile as she busied herself with her work and Owen watched her heavy breasts push against the fabric of her blouse. This one was definitely ripe. How had he not noticed her before now?

    “Was your evening satisfactory, Milord?” She asked as she worked. Owen paused and wondered how much she knew about his evening.

    “No.” He said after long consideration. “It was not. My. . . . Guest . . . Was less then pleasing.” He waited and watched her reaction. Did she know he had a village whore up here tonight? Tonight? Many nights. Did she know what he did behind closed doors?

    “I. . . “She started and then stopped. She blushed again. Yes, she knew all … Read the rest

    Bessy Goes to the County Fair – A Fetish Sex Story

    22 July, 2017 (04:05) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    The farm was large, private, hidden away from the world behind huge pine trees and a half mile of woods. The grounds had that smell that only a farm can have. Grass and hay and animals and dirt all mixed together to smell organic . . . living. There was no other smell like it.

    Sir emerged from the tent first wearing chaps and jeans and no shirt. His body was not the cut pretty boy muscles of magazines but the hard muscles of a man who worked. He lead her, all be it a little reluctantly on her lead. Bessy stepped out of the tent naked except for collar and blinders into the sunlight. She was acutely aware of her nudity, the freshly shaved pussy, the oiled skin, her heavy udders filled with milk until they were nearly bursting. She knew everyone was watching.

    She walked through the dirt, the blinders cut off the people on either side and soon she was walking along with only sir in her mind. She watched his back and plodded along like a good milk cow, filled and ready to be milked. He had purposefully milked her 5 times a day for 2 weeks prior to this event to get her flow heavy and then not milked her for a day and a half before now. She oozed milk if she bumped into anything. She was so full she was spilling.

    The event was a yearly affair that they had attended many times but never in this capacity. This year she was the award winning milk cow and they were to display what a public milking was all about. She fidgeted briefly with the tail hanging and bobbing back and forth, attached to the butt plug stuffed in her ass. The tip of … Read the rest

    The Mirror – a Fetish Adult Sex Story

    22 July, 2017 (04:04) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    She stood in the cold room staring at herself in the mirror. The gray walls were blank cinderblock and there was nothing but a sparse pad on the floor. She knew what was too happen but, that didn’t make it easier to wait for it. She stood trembling in the chill wearing only a tiny school girl outfit he had bought for this occasion for her to wear.

    She could feel him watching her. Could feel his eyes on the other side of the full wall mirror watching and enjoying and waiting. The bare bulb burning over head gave a stark light to the room, leaving no shadows for beauty effects. She smoothed her skirt out and fidgeted a little.

    “Stop fidgeting.” His voice came through the intercom box. She jumped at the sound breaking the silence. “Just stand there and wait.”

    She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

    Waiting was so hard. A combination of fear and excitement surged through her. She wanted so much to please him and it was her fantasy he was giving her but, she was worried she would not be good enough. Was worried that she would not please him. .. or them. She swallowed hard and tried not to fidget.

    “You look perfect baby girl.” His voice was soothing, even with through metallic sound of the intercom box. She smiled and beamed with pride. Knowing she pleased him with her looks made her quiver slightly. “Now, just wait just a little while longer for me…” a long pause. “Such a good girl.” She almost cried . . . she felt like she could float right now hearing that.

    There was a click and jingle sound as keys were inserted into the rooms locked door. The dead bolt shifted and clicked open and the door swung in. … Read the rest

    Mine – a Fetish Adult Sex Story

    22 July, 2017 (04:03) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    The rain lashed down onto Tiffany’s nude flesh as she pulled against the ropes binding her. In mock desperation she tried to escape, hearing his footfalls on the wet rooftop. The soles of his boots clicking through the shallow puddles that gathered, the steady clicking of his approach like thundering drums in her ears. She cried out softly as he neared and she surrendered, allowing her body to go almost limp as she stood there, the cold rain making her shiver slightly.

    His breath in her ear, a slight stirring of warm air against her neck, she knew he was leaning in so close. She was blindfolded well and could not see him as he moved in close enough to smell her fear and arousal. She could feel the heat emanating from him touching her skin, making her want to scream out to be fucked.

    He had a way with her; he made her feel so vulnerable and so safe at the same time. Here on the rooftop, exposed to the city, nude and tied, she was safe with him. She could enjoy the thought of countless eyes watching her nude flesh.

    When his hand touched her it was like an electric shock through her soul. She was expecting it but, it was always such a thrill to be touched by him. He gently caressed her stiff nipples and then pinched them. Tiffany moaned as he pulled on them and laughed. She could feel her juices dripping from her and mixing with the night’s rain, running down her leg like a river of sex.

    His fingers were rough from hard work and yet soft from good care. He was a mass of contradictions to her, strong and yet gentle, demanding and yet yielding to her needs. She felt very much … Read the rest

    Going Home – a Fetish Adult Sex Story

    22 July, 2017 (04:01) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    The pilot announced that they would be landing soon and Michelle breathed a sigh of relief. She had been in agony for two hours in the air. Her ass cheeks still burning from the spanking she got at the other airport before she left and to add to the discomfort, she was dripping his cum out of her pussy and she was fairly sure she would have a huge wet spot when she got off the plane.

    They turned and the plane began to slowly drop from the sky. She tried to keep her mind off her adventure but, she wasn’t having much luck. As she began to make out landmarks of home her mind wandered back to being taken over his knee at the airport and spanked until she cried in sheer joyous rapture, her ass burning and stinging, pussy dripping wet. Then he had taken her yet again, his cock hard and deep in her over the car hood. She hadn’t cared if anyone saw, that wasn’t her job.

    She was his amusement, sent to him to be used for a weekend in whatever way he wanted. Now, as she returned home, she smiled thinking of how many ways he had used her. Her asshole and pussy were aching from hard fucking and fisting and repeated orgasms until she was ready to drop. She dripped his seed out of her pussy and still felt the ache of his big cock stretching her asshole to the breaking point as he fucked her.

    They touched down and she turned to look out the window. Her master was in the terminal waiting for her and he would want a full accounting of what she had done, of that she was sure. That was the fun part too. Telling him what a … Read the rest

    The Taking -a Fetish Sex Story

    22 July, 2017 (04:00) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    The warehouse was cold when she entered. Her fear amplified by the chill in the air made her shiver noticeably as she walked out of the hot sunshine into the cool dark. Her eyes took a few minutes to adjust to the dim room, the dust seeming to hang in the air indefinitely. It was bare except for a steel table in the center and a bare bulb light hanging over that.

    The reality of what she was doing sank in at the moment she saw that table. Fear took over and she turned quickly to leave only to find her way blocked. He was lean and dangerous looking. Her first image was a wolf or great cat as he stepped out of the shadows silently between her and the door. His long hair hanging down and covering half his face, he was smiling at her as he slammed the door shut, ending any hope she had of leaving.

    She heard footsteps behind her, hard soled boots clicking on the concrete. Then another set off to the right and another to the left. She was trembling with fear as she stepped back towards the center of the room. She couldn’t speak, fear and excitement had stolen her voice.

    “I know. . .I know I arranged this … but. . .I’m thinking. . .” she finally whispered out.

    “Say the word then and it ends.” The cat man purred at her as he stepped forward into the dim light. His long dark hair framed his rugged, unshaven face. “Say the word. . .” He moved so gracefully, so lithe and dangerous. He was wearing soft soled boots and ripped blue jeans. Obviously he wasn’t wearing underwear as he stroked his hard cock through his pants leg.

    She knew the word but … Read the rest

    In Red – a Fetish Adult Sex Story

    22 July, 2017 (04:00) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    Be ready at 8 pm. Wear only your overcoat, white garter belt, white hose, and matching heels. A car will pick you up promptly at 8. Do Not Be Late. The driver will have further instructions for you.

    That was the note she got from him. As always, the instructions were explicit, perfunctory, and without flourish or drama; She was told what to do and when without any question or choice needed. This was always how it was when he summoned her. That was why she always answered the summons. There were no romantic notions, there were no schoolgirl dreams, she knew what she needed from him and he knew what he wanted from her. They matched like that.

    He was him. Although she knew his name and knew more about him, she simply thought of him as him. In this context he was a figure looming, a dark shadow that personified darker cravings. Anything outside that was useless for now and thus discarded. His name was just a title given to him by parents. The title she gave him was “Him”. The one, the voice that called her and told her to be ready. The hand that wrote the instructions. The architect of things of which they would never speak of in polite company, never mention to anyone, but that would always haunt them, urging them to return to the dark. Always, the urge to play their parts was there, teasing them until the next time.

    At 8 pm she sat in front of the door. Wearing only the clothing instructed, she waited patiently. Her clock was carefully set so as to be precise to the second. As the hand finally rested fully on the 8 and before the second hand had passed the 3, the doorbell rang. Even … Read the rest

    The Back Alley – a Straight Fetish Sex Story

    22 July, 2017 (03:42) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    She walked down the alley into the shadows as she had been told to do. She could see nothing as the light slowly dwindled and the darkness took hold. She wondered, why here? Why had he told her to meet him in this filthy back alley? Of all the places they could have met, all the places that would have been…safer? . . . why did he want her walking down a deserted alley alone?

    That’s when she felt him there. She couldn’t see him really, he was hidden in the shadows, but she felt him. His was a presence that was unmistakable. She stopped. She waited, she knew he would speak and reassure her and let her know she was safe. She knew he wouldn’t leave her wondering and afraid.

    Or would he.

    The figure came out of the shadows so fast she didn’t have time to react. She tried to turn but was caught broadside and slammed into the brick wall. As she tried to turn back to see her assailant she felt his hand grasp a great bunch of her hair and her face was pressed into the wall hard enough that her lip was cut by her front teeth. A trickle of blood salted her mouth as she tried to open it to scream.

    “Shut the fuck up.” A deep, dangerous voice growled at her.

    The voice seemed to penetrate into her and release her worst fears. It didn’t sound like him . . . or did it? Her mind was befuddled by panic, she couldn’t tell, maybe. . . Was it him? She wanted to cry. He had scared her, if that was his intent, but it became very quickly apparent that was not his intent. His hand grabbed the silk blouse she was wearing … Read the rest

    Moonlight Switch -a Straight Fetish Sex Story

    22 July, 2017 (03:37) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    The beginning of night, so timid and so ripe, embraced them. The shadows deepened as they watched. The woods around faded into a jungle of dark things writhing in the wind and became claws reaching to the sky, screaming silently. The cold night air bothered neither of them even though they were nude, their clothing lying in a pile by two large jugs of water. Their skin at first fading and then brilliantly white in the rising moonlight, alabaster breasts and bellies . . . their curves like some wondrous landscape for the other to explore.

    They kissed and touched gently as the night deepened. As of yet there was no burning passion. The hungers of both in check for the moment they were tender and loving. Their hands played across each others skin, feeling the smoothness and the contrast, enjoying the opposing skins feel in their hands. One was burning hot, the other deadly cold. They were as near opposites as one can get.

    One had hair that was raven black and lips as deep red as a ruby dipped in blood. Her eyes were dark and her body lithe and delicate. She had not a strand of hair below her head, her skin pure and deathly white. Even her groin was so smoothly shaven she might have never had hair to start with. Her lips though, pouty and pink with a deeper redness that tempted the touch. She had so many names over the years she had forgotten them all but the one she was called by now, Arwen. Her lover had named her after the Celtic deity of death. She liked that. She let the other names fade and became that for her.

    The other had an explosion of passionate red hair. Like fire burning in a … Read the rest

    The Confessor – a Straight Fetish Adult Story

    22 July, 2017 (03:36) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    “Harlot!” He screamed as the cat-o-nine slashed across her back, leaving rips in her white poet’s shirt. “Whore of Satan!” He cried again and let loose with another vicious strike. She cried out and fell to the ground, the ties about her wrists leaving her dangling like a rag doll.

    He knelt beside her, his breathing fast and ragged, a drool of spittle dripped from his mouth and his face was twisted into a mask of pure anger. “Tell me. Tell me or I swear to Christ almighty I will beat it out of you.”

    “I do not know what you wish, Sir.” She sobbed.

    “I. . .” His breathing and gibbering maw nearly out of control in a state of religious gluttony. “I want you to confess. Confess to me and allow me to make you pure.”

    “Confess what?” She looked up at him and tried to look innocent.

    “Co….Confe…..Confess what?!?!!” His face livid with rage. “You…yo…you….you make a mockery of me?”

    “No. . .” But her denials fell on deaf ears. He jumped to his feat and began to beat her mercilessly. His spit and drool covering her as he leaned into each stroke. He was muttering and stammering Latin phrases as he beat her, small prayers for her soul.

    “Now. You will confess. You will confess your sins. Your life of sins. Your evil nasty wicked sins!!!!” His voice rose to a roar as he grabbed her hair and made her look at his face. “I am not fooled by tears! I know thee Satan and I cast the out!” He let her drop again.

    He strode away from her to a table out of her range of sight. She heard him drop the cat and begin to paw through the various devices. Clanging metal gave her … Read the rest

    Tears – a Straight Fetish Adult Story

    22 July, 2017 (03:35) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    She on her hands and knee’s, ass stuck up in the air, heavy breasts hanging down, her sweet face looking back at him. She had a pleading look that he understood. As inviting as her bare pussy was, as much as he wanted nothing more then to bury his cock deep in her and fuck the living shit out of her, he knew she needed more.

    She wanted something very particular . . . no . . . that is wrong. She needed something. She needed to suffer for him. She needed to cry for him. In those tears she was washed free and clean. In those tears she was made new. She wanted to be new for him. She wanted to be made pure so he could defile her all over again.

    As he pulled off his belt she lay her head down on the bed and lifted her ass more. Part of her was afraid, the fear never stops. Part of her was excited, that part as well never stopped. There was another part as well, one that was thankful that he knew what she needed. He knew so she didn’t have to hint or beg or try and tell him. He just knew.

    She wiggled her ass for a second and he laughed. She was still looking back at him, sweet fawn like eyes so innocent and hopeful. He caressed her ass, feeling it and preparing her.

    He looped the belt around his hand, the buckle in his fist. He pulled on it each pass to make sure it was tight in his grasp. She watched him, trembling and yet strangely calm. As he did the last pass, he left about a foot of leather belt hanging down then he looked at her, it was time.

    She … Read the rest

    Nobility of the Night – a Straight Fetish Adult Sex Story

    22 July, 2017 (03:34) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    He paused and sniffed the air. She knew death was following her and in a strange way, she welcomed it, longed for it. That is the paradox of mortals. They fear death more then anything else and yet, they long for its embrace. They try and push life to the limit to defy death. They only play at courage. They never truly know the face of death through their half closed eyes.

    He had first seen the prey six days ago . . . Or was it more. Days had no real meaning, time was fleeting and there were times when weeks and months vanished to him. That was the paradox of the night. If you live forever, the time passes in spurts and leaps. Sometimes it seemed like years for one night to pass, sometimes it was a night and a year passed. Time was fluid and changing to those who gave it no mind.

    He had seen her where she performed. Her lithe nude form twisting and turning on the stage in time with heavy rhythmic beats and discordant melodies. She had looked so alive, so tender. Her efforts made her blood race and her veins pulse and he caught scent of her need then. Her burning desire for him, for the night. She was, in a very real sense, waiting for him to come and kiss her, even then.

    He had the impulse to leap upon the stage and take her before the eyes of the audience, but that was base and crass. Things like that marked those that would never be truly of the night. The night was seductive and subtle. It was not a harsh lover that took you by force. It slid into you as the day slid from the sky. While you were … Read the rest

    Completing – A Straight Fetish Adult Sex Story

    22 July, 2017 (03:33) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    She arrived at the hotel and waited in her car, staring at her cell phone. He was watching her, she was certain of that but, she had no idea where he was. She turned off her lights and sat still, willing the phone to ring. She hated when he made her wait. Then again, she loved it too.

    She brushed a wrinkle from her dress and smiled. Her huge tits free under the flimsy material. The hem of the dress barely over her upper thigh, when she bent over her bare ass cheeks would show. He had this dress delivered. Told her, he wanted her to wear just that and heels when she came to him. She did as she was told, she was a good girl. She waited and wished he’d call.

    As though on cue, the phone rang. In the silence of her car the ring sounded so loud it startled her. She blushed at her own jumpy reaction and then answered it, her heart racing, her excitement almost tangible in the air.

    “Yes, Sir?” She answered.

    “The dress looks good on you.” His voice sent thrills up and down her spine.

    “Thank you, Sir. And thank you for it. I like it.”

    “Room 117, the back corner. The door is open. Go inside and I will call you back.” The phone clicked and he was gone.

    She took a deep breath and opened the car door and stepped out. Making sure she set the alarm she walked across the parking lot, glancing all around, trying to figure out where he was. She couldn’t see him but, she could feel his eyes on her as she walked. Halfway across the lot her phone rang. She looked, it was him, she answered it.

    “Show me your ass.” He was … Read the rest

    Kajira -a Straight Fetish Adult Sex Story

    22 July, 2017 (03:32) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    She knelt before him, awaiting his pleasure. Her nude body covered with a fine layer of scented oils so that she glowed in the candle light. Her head bowed in respect, her back arched to press her breasts out for greater display. She waited and enjoyed knowing he was drinking her in with his eyes.

    Her long dark hair was held back with a single leather strap tying it away from her face. Her dark eyes emphasized with eyeliner until she had a stark, gothic look to her. This contrasted with the naturally angelic beauty she had, the innocence and serenity her face exuded.

    Her breasts were adorned with shining jewels hanging from each nipple, carefully dangled in place with golden plated nipple clamps. Her shaved pussy lips were likewise adorned, the jewels hanging down between her legs and catching the candle light, they seemed to shimmer.

    As he walked towards her, his hard soled boots clicking on the stone floor, he toyed with a whip in his hands. She could only see his feet and the tail of the whip switching back and forth, like a cats tail as it gets ready to pounce on prey. Her entire body was tingling with excitement and anticipation. She had no idea what he would do to her and that made the wait delicious.

    He paused before her, feet set shoulder width apart and gazed down at her. She felt so terribly small kneeling before him. So fragile in his presence. She trembled in excitement and fought hard to keep her breath measured and even.

    She heard him breath in deeply, smelling her. The oils aromatic, sensual, like spices from some far away market place. Her own scent mixing with that and her arousal obvious in the air. She smelled like exotic … Read the rest

    Webcam Trouble – A Straight Fetish Adult Sex Story

    22 July, 2017 (03:31) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    Daddy’s Lil Pixie, that’s what he called her. She was his mischievous little sexy girl. She was, more often then not, either about to get into trouble, getting in trouble, or getting a well deserved and appreciated spanking for being in trouble. That’s the way they both liked it.

    She was not always bad. She slept some times and some times there was no trouble to get into. Other times though, she had a habit of finding trouble everywhere. The thing was, she looked so damn cute getting into it, it was hard to stay mad at her, which meant she had to try twice as hard as others to get the same spankings.

    She would often find the smallest thing and then expand it, evolve it until he had to notice. Like the webcam . . . it was just too much temptation for her to resist. So when he left her alone to go to work, she just had to find some trouble to get into.

    So as his car drove out of sight, she stripped naked and plopped herself down in front of the camera. She just watched her own video feed for a while, seeing what she could get good pictures of. Giggling maniacally the entire time she soon had a collection of shots of her ass and tits and smile and tongue and even her clean shaven pussy amassed on the system. Now, she just needed to figure out what to do with them all.

    She waited for a half hour, just about the time he would be getting to work and then she knew exactly what to do. Typing out a quick message to him she attached several pictures to the email and sent them. She grinned thinking of him getting them in his … Read the rest

    The Perfect Crime – a Straight Fetish Adult Sex Story

    22 July, 2017 (03:30) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    It was a lonely place, devoid of life except that which preyed upon the dead or dying. Spiders hid in corners and waited for passing hopes to be caught in their webs to be devoured at leisure. The door to the crypt was rusted shut so that even those wishing to come here had to prove their worth in unlocking the ancient mechanisms. A newer lock secured the door yet further with a tempered steal deadbolt that denied even the most dedicated of trespassers. In all, the place was barren . . . that was why he came here.

    This place was so devoid of humanity, he brought her here to be inhuman, to explore and revel in inhuman pleasures. They were not coy young lovers that sought a secret place to explore. They both knew what they were doing it and why and this place, this barren, bereft place was the place they needed. The marble was cold and dusty. The air was stale and smelled of ages of nothing. Here, in this place, they could be as they wished to be; alive among the dead.

    She waited as he looked through the heavy key ring of ancient skeleton keys that had tarnished with age until they were all but black. He tried one after another until finally, he felt one click in place. Smiling, he nodded to her and took out a can of lubricant that promised to instantly free ages of rust and began to spray it in the lock until the tumblers were so full it drizzled down the front. He stepped back and waited now. The chemicals inside performing their magic unseen so that the tumblers would be free to spin again.

    He stepped back and looked at her. She was beautiful. Stark as their … Read the rest

    Candle Holder – a Fetish Adult Sex Story

    22 July, 2017 (03:29) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    Her ass was high in the air, pillows boosting her up so her pussy was pointing almost straight up. Ropes wrapped her body like spiders silk on prey. She was helpless and held in place, at his mercy.

    The room was lit by candles, the warm light giving everything a golden glow. Her skin, so sweetly pale was glowing in the light, making her look somehow magical and ethereal. As she waited her anticipation grew as did her arousal. Her pussy lips were open and her hot waiting slit dripped cum that ran down her belly and made the carpet under her wet. She was ready.

    He touched her and she jumped, having expected to hear his approach she was taken by surprise when he was just there beside her. The feel of his leather clad fingers stroking her sent shivers through her whole body. She purred in response and she could actually feel him smiling at her.

    His fingers traced down (up?) her body to her waist and gently caressed her hips. Pausing for a moment he pulled at one of the ropes and it allowed her legs to spread slightly and in so doing, opened her pussy up more. Her juices dripped out of her and tickled down her skin.

    She heard him doing something and then felt a strange sensation. Something rough and cylindrical being teasingly placed between her lips. It was not thick and felt warm. It was not until he began to slide it into her that she realized it was a taper candle, one of the long candles that lit the room.

    Moaning as the long wax base of the candle penetrated her. She trembled at not only the sensation but, also the thought of the humiliation of being fucked by household objects. As … Read the rest

    Picnic – a Fetish Adult Sex Story

    22 July, 2017 (03:28) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    “Daddy?” She said with a slight edge of urgency to her voice.

    “What is it baby girl?” I responded, looking back at her sitting at the picnic table. She was fidgeting and wiggling back and forth and looking around her with great urgency.

    “Daddy!” She looked at me and raised her eyebrows like this was sposed to explain everything.

    “What is it Baby?” I asked.

    “I gotta go!” She said in a hushed whisper, even though we were alone with no one else in sight.

    “Go where?” I asked her, knowing what she meant but enjoying making her say it.

    She gave me a pouty look. “I gotta go to da bafroom.” She whispered again to me and a wicked idea struck my mind.

    “Then go baby girl.” I knew I had the car keys in my pocket so she wasn’t going to just drive off. I turned back to the charcoal that was refusing to light.

    “All by myself?” She said, wide eyed with fear as she looked back down the park road that led to the restrooms.

    “Nope. You know you aren’t allowed to go out of my sight without someone with you.” I said and tried not to chuckle.

    “Daddy!” She was shifting and wiggling non stop now.

    “What is it Baby Girl?” I asked.

    “Daddyyyyy!!!!”

    “I said go ahead and go Baby Girl. Then you can go into the lake and wash off later.” My meaning finally struck her and she stopped and looked at me in amazement.

    “Daddy?”

    “Yes.”

    “You…” she stopped and looked around again, “Here Daddy?”

    “Not on the table. . .but over there. . .right there so I can see you in the bushes.” I pointed to a little secluded spot.

    “But. . .but. . .I gots nuttin to wipe with.” She … Read the rest

    The Pit – a Fetish Adult Sex Story

    22 July, 2017 (03:28) | Fetish Adult Sex Stories | By: Webcams and Sexstories

    She walked down the back alleyway, trying to be small and unnoticed. She wasn’t sure why she was doing this or even if there was something other then walking down a trashy alley that she was doing. This place was legend. A friend of a friend knew a guy. . .that sorta direction, but she had to try and find it.

    She had sketchy details at best about where it was and what it took to get in. She figured she would bluff her way in like she used to getting in bars before she was of legal age. She had the looks, the style, most doormen would not deny her. Then again…she had a feeling nothing about this place would be ordinary.

    The lights over several doorways cast a dim glow to the alley, making it full of shadows and danger. She almost turned back but knew she couldn’t. Tonight . . . tomorrow . . . next month. . .she would come eventually. There was no denying the draw she felt.

    She came to an intersection with another alley and peered to the left. It was dark and foreboding. She looked to the right and it lead back towards the street. She had to go in deeper. She took another long slow breath and started walking down the left alley. The sound of a rat scurrying away and squealing almost sent her running but she controlled herself and forced her feet to take one step at a time. She would get there by sheer force of will if nothing else.

    She heard a splash of sound, raunchy music with a deep dark beat. Then it was gone. She knew it was from a door opening ahead in the dark and then closing. Her heart was going a mile … Read the rest


    She walked down the back alleyway, trying to be small and unnoticed. She wasn’t sure why she was doing this or even if there was something other then walking down a trashy alley that she was doing. This place was legend. A friend of a friend knew a guy. . .that sorta direction, but she had to try and find it.

    She had sketchy details at best about where it was and what it took to get in. She figured she would bluff her way in like she used to getting in bars before she was of legal age. She had the looks, the style, most doormen would not deny her. Then again…she had a feeling nothing about this place would be ordinary.

    The lights over several doorways cast a dim glow to the alley, making it full of shadows and danger. She almost turned back but knew she couldn’t. Tonight . . . tomorrow . . . next month. . .she would come eventually. There was no denying the draw she felt.

    She came to an intersection with another alley and peered to the left. It was dark and foreboding. She looked to the right and it lead back towards the street. She had to go in deeper. She took another long slow breath and started walking down the left alley. The sound of a rat scurrying away and squealing almost sent her running but she controlled herself and forced her feet to take one step at a time. She would get there by sheer force of will if nothing else.

    She heard a splash of sound, raunchy music with a deep dark beat. Then it was gone. She knew it was from a door opening ahead in the dark and then closing. Her heart was going a mile … Read the rest