1
Mary Beth sat on her futon, it was the last piece of furniture that existed inside of her house, she had lost all of her furniture do to her porn addiction. What was odd was that it wasn’t even the content itself that she was addicted to, she was more amazed by how many types of variants there were.
She would often get stuck on the second or third fetish on the list, each fetish playing out in her mind in the way she imagined it would with whom she imagined it with. She personally couldn’t get much into age play, she tried to imagine this peculiar fetish but it was just to awkward so she skipped past this one.
Then there were of coarse the usual ones, one of these being bondage but she felt like it was so played out, what she needed more than anything was a man to experiment with cuckholding. She was imagining this fantasy when not before to long she was onto another fantasy, this one being shocked, something she had experienced in the past.
The past incident she was thinking about was her most recent taser experience from a police officer. She thought it odd that she had gotten off on it which really pissed the police officer off. There Mary Beth was, on the ground before the police officer, twitching and having an orgasm.
“Perhaps you could go find someone that would be into this?” her friend asked timidly.
It was her friend Bethany, Bethany was very much the complete opposite of her in every since of the word. Bethany was a larger woman who was sensitive to others feelings. Bethany often complained about being able to sense others thoughts, saying that she could feel them entering into her own psyche.
Bethany was concerned that her friend would perhaps go out and do something erratic in the hopes that she would achieve a similar result to the taser incident, hoping to achieve the same result, taking the fetish overboard to the point of death.
“What about actromophillia?” Mary Beth had never heard of this before so she asked her what it was, sort of feeling excited at the new prospect.
“Well” her friend said blushing, its where you get aroused by an amputated person.
Mary Beth thought about it for a second, she had honestly never thought about switching over to another fetish but her doctor said one more stun gun attack would likely be the death of her which sort of turned her on.
Mary Beth asked her friend where exactly could they find such a person and she assured her that it would be no problem.
“We will go to here” her friend said, typing the words “meetings for amputated people” into her search engine.
“You want to stalk a support group?”
Mary Beth was desperate but she wasn’t that desperate, it just seemed really creepy but her friend assured her that it was perfectly normal.
“How do you consider this normal in any sort of way?”
Within the hour there they were inside of Marys car, sitting outside of the meeting, waiting for it to end.
“Ok, the meeting should be ending shortly” Bethany said.
The meeting ended where upon several individuals began to file out of the building, there were several men varying in age, all over eighteen, but this seemed to be a place primarily composed of veterans along with a few drug addicts while there were those who were both drug addicts and veterans.
“How about this one?”
It was a guy with a cane, he was a bit older than her and Mary Beth asked why on earth would she choose him.
“Well its actually considered to be a fetish” Mary Beth said, its called gerontophilia. “You actually get two in one also, because he has a cane.”
This fetish was known as quadriplegia she said while excitedly adding that it could also be considered abasiophilia.
It wasn’t that she had anything against either types of these individuals, she just couldn’t see herself getting into this sort of thing. Mary Beth would later wonder if her ex wasn’t attracted to agalmatophilia in some way, since he never seemed for her to want to go anywhere. Its a thing her friend would assure her later.
Out came another man, he was younger, he looked like a rugged herdsman of sorts, he had a hurt leg and dressed like a cowboy who also had an interest in modeling, he knelt down to tie his shoe, his face contorted in pain and it made Mary Beth feel wet, she enjoyed seeing this man in pain.
2
“Hi” came the voice suddenly from above, it was Mary Beth.
“Hello”
The mans name was Kenneth, he winced as he stood up while being thankful as hell that she didn’t attempt to help him up, he hated that shit.
She wore clothes that were a little less than casual, it was a Maxi dress, onyx black and you could see every single curve of her body.
Even though she didn’t help him up he still sensed something odd about this which was that she seemed to be enjoying his pain.
Mary Beth found herself becoming angry, so she did something that her friend suggested when this sort of thing happened and she imagined the man in diapers, this was a technique that she used to calm herself down.
The two walked, the stroll seeming to take a natural course suddenly, Mary Beth imagining him in diapers, he beginning to think that perhaps she was a psychopath.
“Is there a reason why your following me?” he asked. The question through her off course, it wasn’t what she had expected. She turned back to look for her friend Mary Beth who was outside talking to another guy who wasn’t so attractive as this one but still seemed to catch her eye, it was like her mother trying to set her up on a date which wasn't very appealing.
Mary Beth came running up towards her, smiling with both thumbs up.
“Ok, so I spoke to this gentleman over here and he has agreed to a threesome!”
Mary Beth sat there appalled, she hadn’t really wanted something so casual, she was wanting something a bit more long lasting, when she chose her fetish mates she liked to keep them for a long while and to be honest she wasn’t looking to have a threesome with her best friend. This was turning out to be a complete nightmare. She was about to open her mouth to tell her friend that she was not going to follow through with this but she didn’t want to disappoint her friend.
“So what are we doing tonight?” the guy asked, he had some bianca and Mary Beth immediately felt like strangling him because of the binaca.
Mary Beth approached him, this would test him, she grabbed a hold of his crotch and began to rub on it vigorously.
“My friend and myself are going to take you to my apartment, we are going to tie you up, then we are going to read to you for hours.”
The guy began to hobble away, he was a shorter man with a beard, he had a larger body which was partially muscle however he seemed to be mildly set off by Mary Beths answer. Her friend laughed and grabbed a hold of his arm.
“She’s only kidding!” she said.
“Well I didn’t mind the tying up but the part about reading me a story was sort of creepy.”
They decided that they would go to a hotel to be safe, also so that Mary Beth would not be embarrassed by the amount of furniture inside of her apartment. They stopped at a seedy motel called the Pamper Inn.
The man had a peg leg, he had something special in store for them tonight that he hoped that they would like and they both felt stupid because this guy seemed like he was more prepared for this than they were.
“I wonder whats inside of the bag” Mary Beth asked.
The three stepped into the room, it was a room that was made for these sorts of things, it had a television and oddly enough there were a bunch of fucking shoes all over the floor.
“Whats with all of the shoes?” Bethany asked.
“Ok, well my name is...”
“Please no name” Bethany said. Perhaps we could get some drinks or something?
“Drinks, that sounds like a great idea!”
Bethany went to leave the room, Mary Beth was begging in her mind for her not to leave, hoping some of that god damn extra sensory perception might actually work for once but it didn’t. The door closed, the two were alone and there they were, alone. In the end Mary Beth sensed that she didn’t want to be there alone so she said for Bethany to leave instead.
“So whats in the bag?”
“Well your not going believe it but well here it goes.”
The guy pulled out a large dildo that would strap onto his leg.
“Wow” was all Mary Beth could think, she was actually becoming sort of turned on. “Can I hold it?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “sure why not.”
She held the device in her hand, she liked the way it felt, it was made of a very good material that was built to last.
“I can tell you like the material.”
3
Bethany had to get the fuck out of this situation that her friend had put her into, she didn’t know that her friend had this odd fetish with these types of men. She turned the corner when suddenly she ran into someone, her face slamming into his chest.
Suddenly she had a gun to her back, she could feel her pussy begin to get soaking wet almost immediately.
“Don’t move a muscle”, the guys breath smelled like fucking binaca.
Autassassinophilia was the fetish of being turned on in life threatening situations, in which case her search was certainly over.
He slid the gun up her dress, feeling the steel slide up her leg, the nuzzle of the firearm cold on her clit. He could sense that she was being turned on by this so he continued to rub the nuzzle against her clit. She rocked back and forth with a urning that was unfathomable. She imagined the guy behind her, his cock was becoming engorged, in which case she turned to grab it, amazed at how hard it was inside of her hand.
There the two were, Bethany with a loaded weapon against her pussy which was slowly sliding into her pussy, the man had a great sense of weapons, it was a .45 revolver and there was plenty of it to go up inside of her. He pulled the trigger at which case she almost had an orgasm but it didn’t fire.
She now slid his cock into her, feeling somewhat relieved that she no longer had a deadly weapon inside of her body. He pulled her ass onto his throbbing cock, the weapon now long forgotten about.
He pulled out and as if almost by reflex she dropped to her knees to receive his load which blasted all over her face. He caressed the gun against her cheek, the cold steel mixed with his jizz and she rubbed her clit until orgasm.
To Be Continued
