Cum on MebyMany Feathers©
You'd never know it if you were to meet her or see her on the street. But the truth of the matter is, my wife has a cum fetish. I guess everyone has perhaps some sort of fetish. Some are pretty kinky, some are pretty tame, borderline fetish even. But this one...well, I'd have to say it ranks on the higher end of kinky fetishes. And it isn't just the fact Denise loves cum, a lot of women do. But she loves wearing it...in public preferably, and as fresh as possible.
I met Denise at a singles party two years ago. We'd both just gone through a divorce, and though I really wasn't in the mood for any long-term relationships, it had been a while since I'd even had sex with a woman. It was then my best friend Larry told me about this singles club he'd been going to. Most of the women there were simply looking for a good time with no long-term commitments. It sounded like the perfect needed solution. Though that first night when I spotted Denise, Larry warned me away from her, saying that several of the men who'd actually taken her out had found her to be a little too kinky for their tastes. Like I said, to look at her you'd never know. She was average, without looking average. Not drop dead gorgeous, but damn cute. Maybe five foot five, or five foot six perhaps, full breasts, but again neither large nor small. Shoulder length dishwater blonde hair with full lips and a slightly crooked nose that was still as cute as a button. I took an immediate liking to her regardless of anything I'd heard or been told.
"Suit yourself buddy," Larry told me. "But don't say I didn't warn ya!"
She was standing at the bar...alone, watching several of the other couples dancing or milling about in conversation when I approached. As the drinks were part of the admission price, I couldn't very well offer to buy her one. It made the task of meeting someone a bit awkward, but it also made it easier on the other hand as everyone there was in the same position I was.
"Hi...my name's Steven," I told her. "Saw you standing here and thought I'd introduce myself."
I smiled inwardly. "That wasn't so hard," I mused. "Straight forward and to the point."
Denise smiled, but turned back towards the bar setting her empty glass down on the counter.
The bartender took her glass. Now it was awkward. I considered leaving, but waited as the barkeep placed a fresh drink in front of her. She turned towards me.
"You're either new here...or no one's bothered to warn you off me."
"Both, well sorta," I stammered. "I mean this is my first time at the club, but yes...a few of the people here have told me that you have a particular fetish that some find a bit out there." I told her honestly. She smiled.
"But obviously they haven't told you what it is exactly."
"Well...no, they haven't." Even Larry told me that it was something I'd have to find out for myself if I persisted on meeting her. Intrigued, and loving an adventure, which I was certainly in the mood for by this time, I had thrown caution to the wind.
Once again she smiled, sipped her drink, then sat it back down on the bar and looked directly into my eyes. "I have a cum fetish," she explained.
"That much I heard," I informed her. "But I think a lot of women like cum, perhaps more than most might think. Hell...even I..." Denise cut me off from continuing.
"Oh it's not just about tasting it, or even playing in it, though I enjoy doing that too. What I like...is wearing it."
"Wear...wearing it? You mean like enjoying a facial?" That made her laugh.
"That too...but take it another step further than that," she told me candidly. I had no clue.
"Not sure what you mean by that."
"Ok, picture this, one of my ultimate fantasies. Three, four, maybe even five guys cum all over me..."
"Ok...so that's sorta kinky, but once again, I know several women..."
"And I walk naked down the street covered in their cum."
Ok, that shut me up. "Seriously?"
"Seriously! Understand what I mean now when I say wearing it?"
"I like the feel of it on my skin, especially when it's nice and fresh. I like the smell of it, I like the naughtiness of knowing its there. But what I really enjoy is the shocked look and bewildered expression on people's faces when they realize what it is."
Suddenly the movie "What about Mary" popped into my mind.
"So you're telling me you'd walk around with a big wad of spunk matting your hair? Something like that?"
Once again she laughed. "Nearly everyone I meet mentions that particular movie."
Without saying it, she knew damn well I was thinking about it. I grinned...foolishly. "It was pretty funny."
"Yes, it was. But I don't do it to be funny. I do it because I like it, because it turns me on, and because its harmless, doesn't hurt anyone, and it's a perfectly normal bodily function."
"Yeah, except I don't think it's meant to be worn...externally I mean, well...not out in public perhaps anyway."
She didn't respond to that. "So you don't have any kinks...quirks or fetishes?"
"No...not really I guess. Pretty straight stuff for me."
"Yes you do."
"Everyone does, though most won't admit it, even to themselves. Sure...some are pretty lame, timid, even mild in comparison to some others. But everyone has a fetish or two, even if they don't realize it."
I thought about that finally ordering a drink. "Scotch on the rocks." I turned once again to face her, she hadn't taken her eyes off me since I'd looked at her last. "No...can't think of any, really."
"You like scotch?"
I picked up my drink, took a sip from it and sat it down again. "Guess you could say that, yes."
"Ever drink it any other way? I mean...scotch and water, scotch and soda?"
"Well, there you have it. You have a scotch fetish, you prefer it only one way."
"That doesn't count."
"Sure it does!"
"I meant sexual fetishes!"
That made her laugh again. "Oh, I see...well ok. Let me see if I can figure out your sexual fetish then," she told me.
Admittedly, the conversation was getting interesting now, and she was easy to look at and talk to. "Go for it!" I challenged her.
She looked at me like she was sizing me up for a tailored suit. "You don't look like you're an ass man."
"Maybe I am."
"Nope...you're not. Tits maybe." I smiled. "Ah...so you are a breast man!" I smiled once again. "Big tits?" I grinned, but said nothing. "Certainly not small ones." I tried to remain stone faced. "Ah...so you're a true breast man, you like looking at all shapes and sizes don't you?" She had me there.
"Yeah, you got me on that one. But I certainly don't consider that a fetish."
"Oh? And why not?"
"Well, for one thing I don't think about a woman's breasts all the time, I do look into a woman's eyes occasionally."
That made her laugh again. "Well I'll give you points there, I've only seen you check mine out twice since we started talking."
"Three times...but who's counting? Make that four times...five."
She laughed once again. "So, you're serious about really wanting to go out with me?" she questioned.
"Ok, but only on one condition."
"Escort me to the ladies room, you go into the men's room, jerk yourself off. When you're ready to cum, you open the door and let me in."
"I am, unless you're not interested that is." I thought about it, but I was still interested, and curious.
"And?" I knew there was an 'And' in there somewhere. It wasn't just about her watching me jerking myself off, though that would have been ok too.
"And...you squirt a nice juicy load on the front of my blouse, then we walk arm in arm out of here and back to my place."
She was wearing a black blouse.
"Won't it ruin your shirt?"
"I have a good dry cleaner...with a sense of humor," she informed me. "He always addresses me as Miss Lewinsky."
Now it was my turn to laugh. "Fuck...lets go!" She followed, and then led me into the back.
"Remember, all over my blouse, the messier the better." I half wondered what I was really getting myself into. "Don't worry...I'll make it worth your while!"
"Everyone will know!" I stammered with the realization.
"I certainly hope so!" she said grinning.
Larry and I had taken a cab. Neither of us wanted to be the designated driver just in case it turned into nothing more than a drinking night. Denise had done the same. Escorting her back from the restrooms had gone fairly smoothly. Perhaps one or two other couples glanced in our direction as we passed, and though I had certainly done a fairly good job of messing up her blouse, unless you actually examined it, it just looked like someone had spilled something on it.
"You have a nice funky smell."
"Thank you...I think," I told her.
As we stood near the curb waiting to hail a cab, the doorman flagged one for us, and then gave Denise a rather odd look as he stared at the front of her blouse. "Cab," I said softly trying to usher her by the startled looking doorman. If anything, Denise thrust her chest out even further than she had been as though proud of the present she was wearing. But it wasn't a sparkling diamond necklace, closer to a pearl one I'd say.
"Care to make a deposit?" she asked him half seriously. And I knew that had he said he would, she'd have bared her breasts for him to do it, right then and there. Reason I know that...she's done it before. Several times.
We slid into the cab. "Where too?"
Denise gave him the address. He was still looking at her. Actually, he was looking at her blouse, or rather her tits. Somewhere along the way, she'd also managed to undo several button's on her blouse and was busily massaging in some of my not quite dried yet cum-cream. "It's good for the breasts," she announced, which included the cab driver.
"Really? I wonder if my wife would buy into that!" he stated, let out a loud guffaw, then turned and put the cab into gear.
"You have a problem with people having sex in your cab?" she asked him point blank. I thought I was gonna die. I looked up, caught his startled expression in the rear-view mirror.
"Me? Nope! Matter of fact, that would be a first for me. You'd be surprised how many of my buddies have asked me if anyone's done that. And of course, all I hear from them are these wild exaggerated stories about people constantly getting it on in their cabs. So nope...that'd be a first for me. Something to finally tell someone about, so...if that's what you wanna do, you go right ahead. I'll even take a little off the meter for you if you do!"
"Would you mind jerking yourself off for me while you drive?" she asked next.
"I'll double your fare if you do," she told him.
Speechless, I just sat there, dumb founded, now wondering what it was I really had gotten myself into.
"Your husband won't mind?"
Denise chuckled. "He's not my husband, he's my cum-buddy."
"Cum buddy?" The driver asked.
"Yeah, I love cum, especially wearing it...in public. But I enjoy watching it shooting out too. So...like I said, interested?"
"Sure...why the hell not. Especially for twice the fare," he reminded her.
I watched as Denise lowered the zipper on her skirt, removing it. She wore only a matching black thong, allowing the smooth twin cheeks of her ass to hang out there for all the world to see. Not that I minded. Leaning forward over the front seat, she presented a nice view of her lovely looking ass at me. "Steven?" she questioned.
"While I watch this, would you mind jerking off onto my ass for me? Let me know when you're about ready to cum again though, I want to watch it...as well as feel it." I heard the cabdriver snicker. "And as for you...keep your eyes on the road, and your hand on your cock. All you have to do is tell me when you cum, then you get the fare. If I miss it...then the deals off. Capuche?"
Cabby nodded his head without answering. I was glad I couldn't actually see him. I mean it was weird enough as it was. Me in the backseat jerking off, though I was lucky enough to have something to look at while I did, and the cabby in the front seat doing the same thing, while Denise took turns watching the two of us.
"Remember...anyone ready to cum has to tell me," she reminded, then slipped her hand down between her legs and began frigging herself off.
That helped...a lot.
Denise got her wish, or rather wishes if you will. Though I hadn't seen it, I'd heard it. The cab driver must have spurted quite a load as Denise giggled enthusiastically urging him on as he did.
"Oh yeah! Yeah! That's it! Shoot it honey! Shoot it. Here...give me some, let me finish you off!" I watched as she nearly tumbled head over heals into the front seat reaching down in order to finish jacking the guy's dick off, which she must have done. Especially as he reached up and shut the meter off immediately afterwards with a very pleasant looking smile on his face.
And I have to admit, hearing him...hearing her, had triggered my own climax, quite unexpectedly. Not something I had really anticipated nor intended. But in the next instant I was pumping my cock off against her firm ass, watching the trailers of semen arching up against her back, which included now the back of her black blouse, and then down upon her ass. She had just finished pumping off the driver when she turned back around to face me with a pouty expression on her face. "You were supposed to tell me."
"You were busy."
She smiled. "Was it nice and messy?"
"Check the back of your blouse." She did, grinned, then brought her hand back around covered in my cum cream.
"I did feel it on my ass," she informed me.
I caught the cab driver looking at us in the rear view mirror again. He was shaking his head in wonder.
"Still does. It's running down my ass."
I felt the cabby slow, then pull next to the curb. "This it?" he asked.
"Yep, this is the place," Denise announced opening the door. Her skirt was still on the floor as she stepped out, her blouse undone, her bare breasts fully exposed. It was late, and the streets were fairly deserted, though I had the feeling had it been noon, she'd have exited the cab in the very same way.
"Would you mind getting my skirt?" she asked. I retrieved it, and then paid the cabby. As I did, I noticed Denise had leaned into the passenger side window. "Here...these are for you." I saw that she held out her black thong towards him. "Now you have proof," she added. The cabby gladly accepted her gift. "Oh, and I made sure there's plenty of pussy juice in the crotch of them too if ya wanna smell them." He did.
"Thanks lady!" he again chuckled. "Though even with these, I'm not sure anyone's gonna believe this."
"Your wife might," I reminded him.
"Oh...yeah." He tucked the black thong between the seats.
"Cumming?" Denise called back towards me as I exited the cab, and followed her near naked cum splattered body up the stairs to her apartment.
"Oh no!" I thought to myself as I scrambled up the stairs just reaching Denise as the doors opened. "Another doorman!"
"Evening Miss Jensen," the man said smiling at her, shaking his head. "Been a while."
"Yes, yes it has Charlie," she answered back brushing past him. Only then did she look back towards me just as I reached the door. "Charlie? This is Steven, my new cum-buddy."
"Evening Sir," he stated tipping his hat in acknowledgement. I merely smiled a rather confused smile towards him as Denise and I then followed him towards the elevators.
"Think you can manage it?"
"I'll give it a go miss," he grinned as we all stepped inside, the doors closing. Almost immediately he reached inside his trousers, unzipping them and produced a rather large angry looking member. It was shinny black, slick with his juices and looked much like some sort of exotic snake rather than some cock sticking between his legs. Almost immediately he began fisting it as the elevator slowly rose. Denise lived on the top floor, he had already pushed the 14th floor for her when stepping in.
"You didn't make it last time," she reminded him. He laughed.
"I know...but this time I've been waiting for you. Been sorta keeping myself primed."
Denise stood slipping a hand between her legs, giving her exposed quim a gentle frig with her fingers, then surprising me as she reached over, unzipping my fly.
The elevator slowly continued to rise, now to the 8th floor. "Halfway there," she announced.
"Almost there," he answered, an obvious grimace of ecstasy beginning to show within his face.
As the elevator indicated the 12th floor, he turned towards her, holding his enormous cobra-like phallus straight out in front of him towards her. "Now!" he groaned. And in that instant, Denise cupped each of her breasts together just as the biggest wad of cream I had ever seen before in my entire life leapt from the head of his prick in a surging thrown rope of jisim that splattered fully against the twin slopes of her breasts. Then came another and another, the forceful ejaculates almost obliterating her flesh as rivers of cum-cream pooled, then began running down the slick valley of Denise's tits to cause her entire chest and stomach to glisten with his pearly spunk.
She stuck a finger in her mouth sucking it, and then passed her other hand, the one that she'd used to frig herself with and ran it beneath his nose, across his lips. "Thank you Charlie," she said teasingly.
"My pleasure," he grinned back at her, slipping his still semi-erect cock back into his pants. "Any time."
"Every time," she shot back as she exited the elevator. All I could do was follow her into the small foyer as she walked towards the door that obviously led into her apartment.
"What the hell was that?" Only then did I notice that my own stiff cock was poking fully from the front of my pants as I followed her into the room.
"Oh, just a fun little game we enjoy playing whenever we get the chance. If he can manage to cum before we get to my floor, then next time I give him a blowjob on the way up. If not, then he eats me on the way up. I know it's a bit silly...but it's fun. It's really a win-win situation either way."
"No you don't...but perhaps in time, you will," she explained tossing her purse on the coffee table. "Now...as much as I hate doing this, time to shower, then you and I are going to fuck like rabbits. How's that sound?"
It sounded good.
Over the next several weeks, I was introduced into Denise's wild wacky world of cum play. Never in a million years could I have imagined all the various things one could do involving cum that for her was most certainly the defined definition of a true fetish. Everything from lining up shot-glasses on the coffee table, then standing behind me, pumping my prick and seeing not only how far I could shoot and actually hit one of the glasses before taking it and drinking it down afterwards, to lying beneath the glass table on the floor, and watching my cream splatter against the surface while she happily masturbated below as she watched me.
But as quirky-kinky as all these things might have been, including additional elevator rides with Charlie, it was still going out in public with her to dinner, or to the movies that seemed to hold the most pleasure and excitement for her.
Most often she would wear some sort of dark colored blouse or jacket. We would have dinner in a nice restaurant, then shortly after the waiter or waitress had left the bill, we would depart for the restrooms where she would often slip in behind me once I'd confirmed the coast was clear, standing with me in one of the stalls, jerking my prick until I had splashed a goodly amount of cum cream against her dark blouse, or jacket. Occasionally, when she was really feeling daring, which took me a few times before I was willing to do it, I would cum against her neck, or one side of her face, or leave a few lines of cum streaking up and along side her head into her hair. Then we would walk hand in hand out of the restaurant together. Sometimes people noticed and wondered, sometimes we seemed to pass by without so much as a single look. It didn't matter to her one way or the other. She simply enjoyed the feel of that hot fresh cum sticking against her body, especially as we'd often stroll down the sidewalk towards the car. And we always parked a fair distance away from wherever we were going, just so she could spend that time wearing a partial facial as we strolled slowly down the sidewalk together.