What is a Cum Monster? Well, to be honest, that’s me. A creature that craves cum so much that I steal cum from every man I meet. Sure, I prefer the ones the crawl on their knees with a donation in their hands, but I will take it any way I can get it. Cum is the perfect mean for a Seductress like me. A Siren who cries for another load of silky cream.

When a man tells me that someone refuses to allow his cum inside of her body, I am still shocked. How can anyone deny the need for semen? Shocking for me too. So, if you have a woman who tells you no, tell her about the Cum Monster that will harvest it all. Make her jealous of the woman she can never be, or the cum queen that drains unsuspecting cocks.

We’ve all heard the story of Lilith, right? She stole the seed of men with nocturnal dreams. Have you ever come in your sleep and woke in a wet mess? That was me. I stole all the potent parts of your cum and left you with the reminder. Don’t worry, I only take what I need. I’m not selfish, well, if 4-5 loads a day isn’t selfish.

Can anyone be a Cum Monster?

No! It takes a special woman to become the keeper of the semen. There is one born every season, and I was chosen in mine. How do you think I keep a perfect body, face, and vitality? 4 times a day I allow the seed of man to flood my body like bathing in the fountain of youth. There has never been a day that I haven’t drank the life of another, nor will there ever be. I can imagine me in an old person’s home jerking off the old men for a little taste of cum.

Are you ready for the Cum Monster to take you too? Get me drunk on your semen.

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When did I fall from grace? I am not sure there was an exact moment, but when it happened, I couldn’t go back. I knew that the like of sin was the one for me. First off, let me begin by saying I have always been a good Catholic. Private girls school, catechism classes, and my life given to God in a huge ceremony. My family went all out for the party afterwards, but something shut off inside of me that day. The light inside of me suddenly went dim and dark. Maybe it was walking in on the family Priest and one of the altar boys, or that I found porn hidden under the family bible. Either way, I think all of it added up to who and what I am today.

One of my first diabolical acts was so bad that I might have sealed my passage into hell. If not, I am damn close to ending up in the hottest place on earth. Closing my eyes, I can still remember it all.

Sunday morning was always a dreaded day for me. Who wants to get up when they don’t have to and sit through mass? Not me. I would rather be laying on the beach drinking a margarita. The night before I had pulled out a short pink skirt, white blouse, and some stockings. You know, the ones with the lacy elastic band around the thighs. Sitting on top of the perfectly folded clothing was my rosary. I had gotten that very one when I was still a child. A gift from my parents for getting straight A’s. God forbid they just give me money like everyone else’s parents did.

It was at that very moment when I knew today would be different. Slipping on the outfit, I made sure there was not a wrinkle to be seen. Another pet peeve of my mothers is wrinkled clothing. That woman even irons her undies. Other than the rosary, the last thing was my 5 inch spiked stiletto heels. I love the way they make my legs look. I sat on the edge of the bed in front of a full length mirror and spread my legs. Did I mention that I forgot the panties? Well, I did. Rolling the beaded part of the rosary up, I pushed them in my tight bald pussy and left the cross to dangle out. Perfect accessory for that outfit. Pushing it back and forth over my lips, I felt a tingle deep inside. I was getting wet just from the thought of going to church this way.

Holy Innocents Catholic Church was the one I chose. It’s not my home church, but I thought better of going there. My parents would attend and well, nothing good could happen if they did. I would never do something like I had planned with them around. The moment I walked into the building, my nose burned from the pungent aroma of incense. Rubbing my fingers under each nostril, it was impossible to fight that odor. For fuck sakes, it was so strong that I would be shocked if some old person didn’t have an asthma attack. I have perfect lungs and still found it hard to breathe.

Stopping only to apply holy water, I did a second dip, but this time not for my forehead. One glance around and my nimble little fingers slipped to my lower lips, blessing the cross that dangled from my pussy. I knew it wasn’t possible, but a spark of electricity raced through my pulsating veins. I had never in my life felt so alive as I did at that moment.

Pushing forward, the only seat I wanted was in the front row. Nothing else would give me the satisfaction that I needed. Thankfully for me, the front row was completely empty, and the moment I sat on that well polished bench, a little clink from the rosary on the wood made me giggle. As my eyes scanned the room, I noticed the small table in front. Shit, it’s communion Sunday. I completely forgot about the date. Oh well, that might make this entire trip a little more fun.

Father Samuel Martinez was doing the service. I had met him one time in the past, but I was just a child and looked a lot different than I do now. He was middle aged when I met him before, but now, this man was closer to death than anyone I had ever known. Father Sam dressed in the traditional Priest garb, but then again, that’s what I wanted today. As he stood in front of the congregation spewing his words of how God gave his only son for our sins I decided to find out just how much is forgiven.

A glance to the right, then to the left, I moved in my seat, opening my legs enough to give the old man a clear view of my cross adorned pussy. Holding a bible in my hands, I whispered the verse he was quoting, but my legs stayed open. Peeking over the top of the tattered old book, there was no doubt that he saw my pussy. Adjusting the collar of his gown, the poor old man began to sweat. Dribbles of perspiration poured from his forehead as a smirk creased my lips. Knowing full well I had his attention, I pushed a hand between my legs and slowly pulled the rosary from my tight bald pussy. Bringing the cross to my lips nonchalantly, I kissed the crucifix, tasting my pussy for the first time. Sweet as honey, I sucked the little trophy between my lips, holding it there for a moment. It was at that moment that I might have gone a little too far.

Father Samuel clutched his chest, pointing to me as he fell from the altar. The funeral is next week. Should I wear black?

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