The Cum Stealer [F/M] [Femdom] [Creampie] [CNC]

She was always a quiet, shy, nervous woman in public, never speaking up or saying much unless approached. In private, however, she was a savage. She became a devil, a demon, an animal. She comes for your cum.

The Cum Stealer, formerly known as Maggie Hendricks, was starting to gain a reputation. She was 25 years old and pretty. And she knew it. She loved cum and she would do everything she needed to do to get it. She loved it on her face, in her hair, on her tits, and most importantly, in her pussy. She didn’t care how she got cum, as long as she got some.

She only did it bareback, only fucking raw like the animals they truly were. Whoever thought those slimy, stringy things that wrapped around a man’s cock would provide enjoyment were still virgins. Bareback was the only way she ever did it and she wasn’t going back. She was going to have her cum, no matter the cost.

The Cum Stealer was becoming known around these parts. She would frequent public places like bars and pubs, drinking alone and pretending to be the shy, pretty woman whom every guy wanted to sleep with. Of course, that was the ploy, the trick. They thought they were getting some soft, submissive woman, when instead they were getting an animal in bed, a woman who took control and dominated you whether you wanted them to or not. They were just cocks after all and she took what was rightfully hers.

So here she was at the bar at the nearby college, drinking a martini alone, waiting for her next victim. She liked them younger, and inexperienced, unexpecting. It didn’t take long for a man to approach her.

“Hi,” a man said as he sat down next to her.

The Cum Stealer glanced at him uninterestedly. He was handsome, probably in his second or third year, based on his boldness, his confidence at approaching her. First years were too shy, too scared. He was handsome. Tall, with short, wavy, blonde hair, and a nice calm smile. She smiled internally.

“Hi,” she responded.

“What’re you having?”

She twirled her hair as she thought, or pretended to think. She needed to get him more desperate.

“Oh just a martini.”

“Oh? Can I buy you a round?”

She turned to look at him and smiled, a deep, shy, nervous smile. She’d played this game enough times to know how to work it.

“Sure.”

He signaled to the bartender for 2 martinis. So they drank one round, talking, chit chatting. She feigned interest the entire time, when really she just wanted his cock. But she would have to do the long game. So they stayed there talking. He offered her more drinks, but she told him a water would do, but that he was free to drink if he wanted. She had to be alert, and keep her wits about her for later, which meant she had to limit her alcohol.

So he did. He ordered more drinks, drinking a couple more, until the bar was soon to close.

“Hey. Want to come for another drink at my place?” he asked.

He smiled nervously at him.

“Sure. But can we go to mine? My apartment is nearby, quiet and out of the way.”

He obliged and they were off. They walked hand in hand, almost like a couple. But of course, they weren’t a couple. Finally they made their way to her apartment. She unlocked the door and led him in. He took off his coat, and she took it from him and put it on the coat rack.

“Can I get you a drink?” she asked. “I have some wine.”

“Sure that sounds great,” he responded.

“Ok. Why don’t you go to the bedroom. It’s at the very end of the hall.”

He took one quick look at her, smiled, and then made his way to her bedroom. She could tell he was a bit tipsy. She smiled as she began to pour out the wine into two glasses, a tiny bit for herself to keep her fresh, and a full glass for him. He’d have to drink it all back.

She carried both glasses and made her way into the bedroom, where he was seated on the edge of the bed. He looked up when she entered and took his glass of wine. She sat down next to him.

“Cheers,” she said.

And they clinked glasses and swallowed down their drinks. She had only a little of wine, so it took him longer to chug down the glass. When he was done, she took his glass and hers and placed them on the bedside table next to her. Then she turned to face him.

That was when he leaned in for a kiss. They started making out passionately. He was getting really into it, the alcohol clearly having an effect on him and reducing his inhibitions. She could taste the alcohol on his breath as they kissed. Finally they separated.

“Why don’t you get comfortable?” she asked as she pushed him flat onto his back.

“Ok,” he said smiling. Oh he was quite drunk now.

“Can I help you?”

He looked up at her and smiled. “Yes.”

So she helped him out of his clothes, pulling his shirt over his head, and then pulling his pants down. She could see his bulge from within his boxers, and without hesitating, she pulled down his boxers, his cock springing out. It was a nice, large size. She knew she’d have a good time with it.

He lay like that naked on the bed, smiling at her, his cock semi-hard.

“Your turn,” he said.

It would be her turn. But not yet. She smiled.

“Of course. I have to do something first though.”

With that she sat down on his chest while she searched on the sides of the bed. She was looking for the cuffs. Grabbing the one on the left, she took it and pulled it up, and before he could react, she took his left hand and cuffed his left hand to the front left edge of the bed.

“Huh?” he said.

He was sluggish, so his body and mind didn’t comprehend what was happening at first. But soon he was struggling against her weight, his one remaining hand trying to fight her off, his legs trying to force her off. But she was too strong. While she remained on his bare chest, she forced his one free hand to the right side of the bed, and quickly, and efficiently she cuffed that hand down as well. Both of his hands immobile, unable to move a muscle. He squirmed upon the realization.

“Wait what is this?” he yelled out.

The Cum Stealer lowered herself to his face and gave him a kiss.

“Calm down hun. Just let it happen.”

Now that his upper body was essentially immobilized, she went to the work on his legs. He squirmed, trying to fight her off and kicking. But she was too strong. She took each leg and promptly tied up both of his ankles to the edges of the bed. He looked up at her confused and shocked, unable to comprehend what had happened.

He attempted to get out of it, but it was no use. He was completely strapped in. She sat on his chest and felt herself getting wet at the thoughts of him struggling.

“I thought-” he began.

“Yes you thought you’d found a nice, submissive woman didn’t you?” She slapped him lightly on the cheek. “But of course now you know that I’m not that type of woman.”

Now that she had him where she wanted him, she stripped down, militarily taking off her clothes, not even bothering to be slow and sensual about it. She couldn’t get what she needed with clothes on. Finally she was naked, sitting on top of him. Her nipples were hard and she was already wet. She loved this.

Looking down at his crotch, she noticed he wasn’t hard enough. Maybe she had given him too much to drink. No matter.

She got off him and knelt on the edge of the bed. Then she took his cock and started to suck him, caressing his shaft and his balls with each suck. She knew how to work it to get him hard quickly. And lo and behold, it worked. He was finally hard.

She straddled his lap. “Are you ready to fuck?”

“I-”

“Of course you are silly. Look how hard you are.”

Quickly and efficiently, she took his shaft in her hand and slid it inside herself. She moaned as she sat down on his large size, feeling his tip pointing into her cervix. It felt incredible.

She smiled, looked down at him and then started to ride him. Up and down, up and down. She moaned as she rode him, looking into his scrunched, helpless face as she rode his manhood, as she took it from him. She kept going, not stopping, until she got an orgasm. Her body spasmed and she was forced to stop briefly before continuing.

She kept riding away, like the cock toy he was and looked down into his pretty, helpless face. “Are you ready to give me your cum?” she asked.

He looked at her confused. “No-I-No.”

“Yes,” she responded.

“I can’t come inside,” he pleaded.

“Oh but you can. And you will. Unless you can stop yourself.”

The Cum Stealer said nothing more as she picked up the pace. She rode him with a vengeance now, hard, her thighs hitting his balls hard with each thrust.

“No please. Stop I-”

She zoned out his moans, his pleads. She wasn’t listening to him, and she didn’t care. She was taking his cum one way or another.

She kept riding, harder still. She looked into his face as he begged her to stop, to slow down. His face was scrunching up even further. She knew he was close.

“Please I don’t want to come ins-”

Still she kept going and then he yelled out passionately as he came. She stopped and sat down on his cock as he throbbed inside her, hot jets of cum filling her insides, spreading inside her.

She moaned as she received him, as his cum spurted into her. She loved it, loved the feeling of cum filling her pussy. She looked down at him, his eyes rolling back as he continued to cum, his cum seeming to be unending, until finally the throbbing stopped, finally the last drops filling her.

She looked down at him and smiled. She gave him a light slap on the cheek to wake him from his trance.

“Thank you for your cum. I am The Cum Stealer.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ug4t82/the_cum_stealer_fm_femdom_creampie_cnc