Stinky Boots Stories

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The Farm Life

by juanstalvern00982 on Dec 3, 2019
Fetish

Mary awoke in her dirty little hut. Her sheets were a mess, her room was untidy and her underwear was stained. She was sweaty, gross, and about ready to go to work. Mary worked in a farm, specifically one that belonged to her parents. However she had gone to college for agriculture, as well as business and had learned a lot. Now she was 'finishing' her edu...

Happy Trails Pt. 02

by Outsider1505 on Aug 24, 2020
Fetish

I managed to make it back to my car without much of an issue, using the forest as best I could to hide the cum-stain covering the front of my pants. Most people didn't seem to notice or care, or if they did they didn't say a word, and the one person I passed who did seemed rather satisfied when I said I'd spilled some water on myself. All the while, I kept...

Just a Sniff

by milfleglover on Sep 17, 2017
Mature

Hunter was a cute young man, 19, short haircut, athletic young body, big green eyes and eager to please. He'd come to audition for me; my name is Donna Culkins, and I'm a theater director at the small community playhouse in my little town, a lifelong amateur actor and in my older years, a director. He seemed smitten with me, but that's not totally surprisi...

A Voyeur at My Door

by Honda629 on Sep 13, 2017
Fetish

After a long night of steamy romance, our passionate love became strong as Giant redwood trees. I awoke forcefully as my mouth embraced her toes. Sucking the stinky aroma into my body and the sweet juices of her sweat. It was food for my livelihood. The other foot rubbing passionately on my crotch, I soon came into her reeking black loafers. With a mix of...

The Making of a Fetish Slave

by dirtyfish on Sep 14, 2017
Fetish

Although I didn't realize it at time, over the last 50 years I have comes to understand what a blessing it was to be able to spend my formative years stationed in Germany during the 60's. Being 18 and knowing nothing about sex I really had no idea how to interact with the opposite sex and soon learned that if you are lucky enough to find someone who can teac...

Not An Inch For The Queen

by Hobbes Goblynn on Aug 29, 2017
Humor & Satire

The last time I measured my penis a few years ago. I was still growing. I was a teenager. It was 6 inches. I figured by the age of 21 I could squeeze another 1/4 inch, possibly 1/2... 6 1/2. But that was a stretch. Without girlfriend, without job, without life, I jerked-off all the time, mainly at night to pass the time. I slept during the day. At 2 in the...

After the Gym

by DomIrwin on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

When one hears the word "Mistress," the first thing that usually pops into his mind is a tall, slender brunette, clad in tight black leather and high-heeled boots. While I fit the physical description to a tee, the attire has never been my particular fancy. I'm more of a plain-clothes Mistress, thick cotton name-brand sweats to be exact. I conduct an aerob...

Skyler's After School Dump

by trueEFRO on Sep 11, 2017
Fetish

Skyler squirmed at her desk. "Thank goodness I sit in the back row" the petite brunette with the hourglass figure thought as she rubbed her plump belly through the soft fabric of her blouse. It had started during her senior health class; one class after lunch. She had seemingly just sat back and begun to daydream when she felt her tummy rumble a bit. Nat...

Welcome to Hospital Hell

by Megan1988 on Feb 26, 2019
BDSM

Ah, you're finally conscious, about time. Coma patients are so boring. Don't try to move, you were hit by a car and your arms and legs were broken. Actually, what am I saying? Go ahead and try to move if you want, might be fun to see you struggle against ropes that have your arms and legs in traction. They may as well be in shackles for all you'll be able to...

Mistress Madeline's Play Date

by deviantdiva on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

It was a cool, violet evening in late September. The glow from the fireplace lit the living room in a feverish crimson glow as the branches from the old oak tree delicately brushed their tips over the front window. I sipped my wine slowly, relishing its tangy flavor. At precisely 9:30 pm, the doorbell chimed. A deliberate smile played across my lips as I r...