Shhh! Don’t Tell Anyone, but I Have a Filthy Cum Fetish!

November 26, 2024

Shhh! Don’t Tell Anyone, but I Have a Filthy Cum Fetish!

You can say that I have always been a little different from other women. While most girls my age were giggling over boys and dreaming of their first kiss, I was secretly harboring a dirty little secret—a filthy obsession that made my pussy drip with anticipation. In truth, I had a filthy cum fetish.

It all started when I was just a curious teenager. I’d heard rumors and whispers about sex, and my friends would often gush about their crushes and first loves. But for me, it wasn’t the idea of romance that excited me; it was the raw, primal act of fucking and the ultimate reward—a thick, creamy load. Nothing could beat my obsession over my filthy cum fetish!

Let me tell you how my filthy cum fetish started.

I was babysitting for my neighbor, a single dad named Mr. Johnson. He was tall, dark-haired, and had this rugged charm that made my young heart flutter. That night, he came home late, and I could smell the scent of alcohol on his breath.

As he stumbled into the living room, he saw me sitting on the couch, my legs crossed, revealing a hint of my smooth, pale thighs.

“Carmen, you’re still up?” he slurred, his eyes glassy. “I thought you’d be in bed by now.”

Innocently, I smiled, my heart pounding in my chest. “I was waiting for you, Mr. Johnson. Just finishing up some homework.”

In truth, I had been looking at filthy cum fetish porn on my phone, curious but not quite convinced that the taste, and the feel of a man’s warm, sticky cum would turn me on.

He sat down on the couch next to me, a little too close for comfort, but I didn’t move away. I could sense his gaze on my body, and my nipples hardened under my thin tank top.

“You’re a good girl, Carmen,” he said, his voice low and husky. “You know, I’ve always thought you were special.”

I blushed, feeling a warmth between my legs. “Thank you, Mr. Johnson,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Quickly, I turned my phone over, hiding the filthy cum fetish porn I had been browsing through.

Then, without warning, he leaned in and kissed me. His lips were rough and tasted of whiskey. I was shocked, but I didn’t pull away. Instead, I parted my lips, inviting his tongue into my mouth. His hands roamed over my body, squeezing my breasts through my shirt, making me moan softly.

Then the filthy cum fetish porn came back to my mind and for a split second, I pictured us sharing one of his thick creamy loads of jizz together.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” he murmured against my lips.

Panting, I could only nod, my breath coming in short gasps. His hand slid down my body, reaching under my skirt, and he slipped his fingers inside my panties. Meanwhile, I pictured exploring my cum fetish with him, which made me even wetter.

I was wet, so fucking wet, and I couldn’t help but arch my back, pushing my pussy against his hand. And I knew steamy romantic sex was right around the corner.

“Oh, fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled. “You want this, don’t you?”

I whimpered in response, my eyes closed as his fingers worked their magic, rubbing my clit and sliding in and out of my tight hole.

I was on the brink of orgasm when he suddenly stopped.

“Not yet, baby,” he said, his voice strained. “I want you to watch me.”

Before I could process his words, he unzipped his pants, releasing his thick, hard cock. It sprang free, already glistening with pre-cum. I stared at it, transfixed, as he began to stroke himself, his hand moving up and down the shaft and I wondered if watching him would confirm this filthy cum fetish I thought I might have.

“That’s right, watch me, Carmen,” he grunted. “Watch me jerk off for you.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he pumped his cock faster, his breathing becoming more labored. And I felt my own breath quicken in anticipation of what was to come.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his eyes locked with mine. I was so turned on that I couldn’t turn away from him.

It was evident; my unexplored filthy cum fetish was coming to life, no pun intended.

And then it happened. With a loud grunt, he shot his load, thick ropes of cum spurting from the tip of his cock. It landed on my chest, warm and sticky, some of it dripping down my cleavage. I gasped, my eyes widening in surprise and delight.

It was then that I knew with a hundred percent certainty. Oh, did I ever have a fucking filthy cum fetish!

“Fuck, yes,” he panted, his hand still milking his monster cock. “Look at you, all covered in my cum.”

But I couldn’t speak. I was in a trance, my body trembling as I felt the warm liquid on my skin. Mr. Johnson’s hand moved to my face, smearing the cum across my lips, and I opened my mouth, tasting it for the first time. It was salty, bitter, and utterly intoxicating, just as my filthy cum fetish predicted it would be.

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