The third, and final woman with a cum fetish [M]: Part 1

Edit: This post has a high build up and story telling to smut ratio. It may not be everyone’s’
cup of tea. Speaking of which, it’s the first fall like day here and I broke out the lapsang souchong. It’s just so damn good on a chilly day. Moving on…

This is about the final woman of the three that I have known that had a cum fetish. I’ve told you about a slightly crazy but fabulously fun woman with an oral cum fetish, one very sweet woman who needed to perpetually be filled with seed, and alluded to one that loved to be covered. This is the story of the woman that needed to be covered. Thinking about it now, I might have fibbed a bit. Don’t get me wrong, she loved it on her. But really she just loved it anywhere and everywhere.

Before I tell you my story, I feel the need to say one thing (feel free to scroll down). These three stories are about unique encounters with woman who loved cum. That’s how they got off. So there isn’t too much talk of licking them, kissing, orgasms, etc., I think plain, vanilla sex can sometimes be amazing. But, well, that’s not what we are here for.

I was in San Francisco late on a weekday afternoon. I had just checked into my room and went down to the hotel bar for a drink. It was a beautiful day and I wanted to relax with a drink before returning to my room to work. The bar was far from crowded, but busy enough that it wasn’t unusual when a woman walked up and stood close to me. We chatted as I waited for my drink and then she to settle her bill. It was nice, casual, and flirtatious in the way the way that is enjoyable but with no expectations of numbers being exchanged. That is, until she signed the bull, stood up straight facing me, and told me three things. She had to go soon because her husband was waiting at the table.They had an open marriage. And that she was a available all weekend if I was still in town and would I like to go on an adventure. She gave me her card and walked to a table where her husband had been watching. I glanced the bartender who was casually putting away glasses. His eyes gave a shadow of a knowing look and I responded with a hint of a shrug.

It slowly dawned on my that I had just being adroitly cornered and wooed. I waved to them both and as I headed to the elevators, drink in hand. They were both very well dressed and carried themselves with a sense of of relaxed dignity. A married woman? A rather more mature married woman. It had never occurred to me beforehand and . I have have no interest in people who are cheating on there partners, but a women in an honest, open relationship; that could be fun.

As we texted it became apparent that they did not have sex anymore and had recently opened their marriage.That she was very sexual. And that after years of denial she needed to please men. To turn them on. To offer her body. And to pleasure them until she had their cum. In fact, she wrote, “My body was made to please”. She respected herself. Would not let anyone treat her poorly. Commanded attention when she walked in a room. But she also knew that she had a nearly perfect body and she loved for a man to enjoy it. And she was in heat.

I believe I was 35. She was 52 and she was stunning. She looked like she could be laying in St Tropez in avsimple black string bikini. Or a hair braided English manner woman after her morning horse ride or stroll with trusty hound. Add in a bit of Breakfast at Tiffany’s cute,,a healthy dose of Jackie O chic, and a pinch of Santa Monica market mom and you have a very good picture of her. She could confidently and easily pull off any look (including lingerie and latex as I would later find out). Her natural tkindness, in most settings, tempered by her ever so slight stern rationality. And her amazing wardrobe and elegance never prevented her from throwing up her hair in a ponytail with a tattered sweateshirt.

She was 5’ 7”, blonde hair, strong features. thin muscular legs, her stomach almost too close to abs for my taste, , a wonderful ass, an extremely perky c cup with big and perpetually hard nipples. But, the description really doesn’t do her justice. And yes you

And so we made plans. We would head out of town so she would not see anyone she knew. The rules were simple. Have fun. Nothing serious. And if I asked too or took my cock out at any time, she would immediately start rubbing or sucking. And her only rule was to get far enough out of town to enjoy anonymity.

I picked her up at her place on Friday afternoon. The plan was two nights away at a beach resort a few hours drive away. As she walked out and jumped in the car I was thrilled. The elegance and innocence of her summer dress was betrayed by the fact that it was an inch too short, and her heels an inch too long. In other words, perfect.

I drove 5 blocks before pulling over-nosey neighbors being the same everywhere. We kissed for a minute as she rubbed my cock. It was like a much hotter version of high school make out. But we had places to be. I put the car in drive as she leaned over, took my cock out, spit on her hand, and began to stroke. By the time we got on the highway I was dripping precum. Not long after she nibbled my ear and whispered in it. It sent me over the edge. As I I came she cupped the head of my cock, catching most of my cum in her hand. And as SF receded in the rear view mirror, she put her back to the the car door,spread her legs, and began rubbing and slapping my cum into her pussy. The pearl and lace thong she was wearing split her swollen pussy. It was amazing. Part of me mesmerize and part wanted to her there and then- ok a tiny boring part was honestly concerned I’d wreck the rental car in my severely distracted state. . But really, how could I ask for a better start to the weekend?

We talked and flirted while driving. It was fun. Almost as fun as before. And then we were in the PCH and I took my cock out. She unclicked her seat belt, and started sucking with her ass high in the air. I rolled down the windows and cupped her butt. I felt so free, so good, and so happy. But she was almost too go. I would feel myself close to cumming and I would push her head down, getting a quick break from her skills before I let her up. And then, finally there it was, a pull off for a tiny rest stop. I pulled off, taking the corner way to fast…but it was too late. And I finished exploding into her mouth just as I put the car in park.

But, I have another trick up my sleeve. Not every time, and less as I get older, but I often stay hard. And the look of appreciation as I grabbed her ass to straddle my still hard cock made me feel pretty good. But after I inserted my cock and grabbed her ass she showed me her own tricks. She pulled down her dress top, spit my cum in her hands and used it to squeeze her tits hard as she started to grind and I sucked and bit her nipples. At least I thought it was all of my cum. Until she leaned forward, grabbed my face, and kissed me. Our tongues exploring through my seed. Fuck she was hot.

This is getting rather long. And we are not even to the resort. So I guess I will cut out most of the rest of this day…except for one part. And I will make a second post later about the second day.

We checked into the hotel. Throwing our bags into the room and running out before we had a chance to be tempted because we needed food! But after dinner I will tell you this. As we walked into the room, I sat her on the floor. Rubbing my cock along her lips. Making her ask for it. Before I pinning her wrists to the wall above her head and fucking herbmouth. She had several orgasms as she drooled and gagged until I covered her face, lips, and tongue

I lifted her up. Guiding her to the bathroom and bending her over in front of the mirror. Pulling her top down and hiking her dress up. I squeezed her breasts and nipples. And after I slapped her ass I saw her staring at me in the mirror. My cum dripping off her beautiful face and her body. She was so happy. I pulled her head back and softly kissed her neck. Bither ear. And then I pushed her forward, pulled her hips back and sunk my cock in and began to thrust hard. Pulling her hair but making sure she could see herself in the mirror. Tits wildly bouncing. Ass slapped hard. Mouth formed into a wide O as she moaned and yelled.

To see herself used and pleasuring a man. It was the thing she needed to see, and yet never knew it. Being able to see herself covered, moaning, beautiful body reacting, my face in ecstasy, and then our combined shuddering climax. She arched, bucked, pushed back, and gushed; but her eyes never left the mirror. Watching her be the woman she has fantasized so many times of being. She saw herself at the nexus of being taken and being empowered. Those are her words.

It was an amazing day. And yes, we has more escapades than that. . She was covered and fill and I, well I felt as if I was in a modern shangrila. It would only last a weekend. But it was our weekend and there was almost no limit to what we could do. I was giddy with both happiness and anticipation. But this is already to long and I bwill stop here. And if there is a desire, from me or from you dear reader, I will write a final post about the second day of the trip.

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