Mud Fetish Stories

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Anthing is possible for a Possible

by KPwatcher on Sep 26, 2017
Fan Fiction

Introduction The Show: Was there ever a program so designed for adult fanfiction? Cheerleaders in short skirts and midriff baring tops. Mud wrestling women. Story lines that feature multiple mind and mood control devices. And then there is the spunky heroine whose motto is she can do anything, and spends a part of most episodes in bondage. She is so competit...

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Des vacances qui tournent mal

by zbloutch on Jul 31, 2019
Fantasy

L’aéroport de Roissy était bondé en ce début d’été. Les vacanciers se bousculaient comme si leur vie dépendait de leur présence dans leur avion avant le départ de ce dernier. De temps en temps, une voix monocorde faisait une annonce dans un micro, dominant quelques instants le désordre ambiant. Des groupes se formaient et se séparaient. Les milliers de gens...

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The worst maid ever Pt. 03

by juanstalvern00982 on Nov 25, 2019
Fetish

**As per the other stories in this series, there are lots of messy kinks ahead. Food play, mud play, trash play, watersports and scat are all involved on some level, so if you don't like the thought of a woman making a filthy mess of herself stop now and save yourself the trouble** *** Elana awoke in her bedroom. It was... A mess. She had been hired just a...

The Freshman Squats

by Nerdick on Oct 15, 2018
Fetish

Shirley, a young woman in her late 18, walked timidly across the corridor checking the name boards. She stopped when it read 1A. She was told this is where her first class would happen. She entered with her head down and holding few notebooks against her breasts. Despite her disagreement, she was admitted into a new college in the town just because her fathe...

Workplace Fun by Karen Ch. 05

by Karenk63 on Oct 3, 2018
Fetish

At the beginning of Ch.02 I had mentioned my Scottish Blackening before my marriage with boot polish under finger and toe nails and disgusting stuff poured over me and how after the leaving gunging in Ch. 01 I realised I had a gunging fetish. Despite the kinky goings on in Ch. 03, where I had enjoyed a beating. I still had a secret desire to be messed up a...

Artiface of Strength Ch. 08

by SisterRobin on Sep 18, 2017
NonHuman

Beth arrived back at the compound shortly before the dinner bell on Wednesday. She'd driven back alone, leaving William and Florence to travel back home with Ja-mul in his old Willys truck. Alpha John had asked her to hurry back home so that she'd be available to greet the visitors from Fresno, and she had complied, narrowly avoiding several speeding tickets...

Naked and Embarrassed

by Username000 on Sep 26, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

'Today is going to be a long day.' You tell yourself while sighing. The reasons for that is everything that could have possibly gone wrong this morning did. First the water stopped working for no good reason which prevented you from showering, then your golden retriever Rufus brought mud inside of the house when you let him inside, and just now you accidenta...

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How to: Food Waste/Pig Penned

by lappsink on Feb 6, 2018
Fetish

"So, I'll be cleaning up after people's meals?" Sophie said, eagerly. She had been looking for a job for about 6 months now, after leaving work at the supermarket. "That's fine. I'll take it." The interviewer smiled. "I'm so glad you accepted. We've been looking for someone for a while and you do fit the bill. I can't believe you moved here all the way from...

Spilled Milk Ch. 02-03

by mr_incognit0 on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

CHAPTER 2 A bare bulb flashed to life, casting shadows across the walls of the damp basement. Mike unfurled a map from his backpack, courtesy of a reluctant Mindy. A week had passed since he and Kate had run out of hormone, and they were growing desperate. Dim lighting exaggerated the bags under both teenager's eyes and bleached their already pale faces. T...

Punished for My Mistakes

by monkeyfrog000 on Sep 17, 2017
Fetish

The Slave, because he really doesn't deserve a real name, although he must have one to be used outside of his private life, came home from work at 2:30. Nothing was different, so he went about his normal and required routine. In the mud room he placed his work bag on the hook, and then neatly placed his brown work shoes on the bottom shoe rack. In his bedr...