The Cum Lovers Circle
Copyright© 2026 by CutePerthGirl
Chapter 1
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1 - 18-year-old Bree meets an older man online who introduces her to an online community of cum lovers. She keeps it a secret from everyone she knows until her stepfather, Dillon, discovers her naughty secret.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Facial Masturbation
Dillon Cox sat down at his computer on a Sunday morning with a freshly brewed cup of coffee on his desk, brought to him by his sexy wife, Heather. She was his 2nd wife. His first marriage ended in divorce because of Heather. The two had engaged in a steamy affair until Dillon decided that she was the one for him, and not his wife.
Heather looked delectable in her tennis outfit when she strolled. Short white skirt, tight sports crop top that clung to her round tits. Her blonde, caramel hair was tied back into a cute ponytail. Dillon wanted to bend her over his desk and yank on that sexy hair while his fat cock drilled her pussy from behind the moment she walked into his home office. He couldn’t get enough of her amazing body.
“Why not skip the tennis and play with my balls instead?” Dillon crudely suggested.
Heather rolled her eyes playfully at Dillon. “ Sorry, babe. I’m already running late. Lisa’s gonna kill me,” the 35-year-old woman giggled.
“Fine, but I expect you to be a good wife when you get back,” Dillon said with mock authority.
“You’ll get the very best wife in the world when I’m back,” Heather replied with a wicked smile.
The way his sexy wife smiled left little doubt she would honor her word. Dillon’s cock throbbed thinking about last night when Heather fulfilled her wifely duties. She was a wild cat in the sack. Heather loved taking dick from all angles, in any position, and gave a mean blowjob to boot. She was a perfect trophy wife. Dillion couldn’t have been happier after they got married. The only downside was her blossoming 18-year-old daughter, Bree.
Like her mother, Bree was a gorgeous, long-haired blonde. Her young, supple body was toned and slim. She had legs for days and perky B cups that stood high on her chest. Dillion had ample opportunity to feast his eyes on her teenage body in a plethora of tiny bikinis. Her favourite thing to do was lie out by the pool all day.
Her body was only outmatched by her adorable face. Bree had pixie-like features and a smile that could stop any man in his tracks. Her crystal blue eyes sparkled every time she walked by. She was the perfect definition of the cute girl next door every teenage boy dreamed of having and every older neighbor wanted to fuck.
Dillion didn’t mind that she was home most of the time. He preferred she be at home, scantily clad, rather than on some beach or at a public pool being hounded by the male dogs. A girl like that would have teenage boys fighting tooth and nail for her attention. Dillion would have been one of them if a girl that hot had shown up in a thong bikini back when he was a teen.
Why did his stepdaughter have to be a 10? It wasn’t her fault she was drop-dead gorgeous. It was on Dillion that he fantasized about fucking her. Sometimes fucking her with Heather. A mother-daughter threesome was a wish he would happily ask for if only given one.
Of course, that was only a pipe dream. Bree was untouchable. Heather was too good a wife to risk losing over some twisted fantasy. It was just pussy, but what a pussy it would be.
After briefly daydreaming about Bree, Dillion took a sip of his coffee and opened up his browser to check his work emails. He was surprised to find that someone else’s Google account was logged into this computer. BreeBree_08. The account name was obviously his stepdaughter’s.
When did she do that? She has her own laptop, phone, and a heap of other gadgets she could use for checking her email. Why did she use his office computer? Dillon was confused, but it’s not like he cared. He used his laptop for the dirty things men do on the internet. His PC was safe and free from any evidence.
She must have needed to print some things out for school. Maybe that’s why she used the home office computer. Then she simply forgot to log out. Dillion was going to do it for her when a bit of curiosity bubbled up. He knew he shouldn’t, but the temptation was too great not to have a sneaky look at her emails.
He debated not invading her privacy for a few seconds before he clicked into her inbox.
As he kind of expected, it was full of emails from different online stores and other spam. Bree loved to shop. She received parcels three times a week from different online stores.
He kept scrolling down and saw a message from DaddyTom. Dillon had no clue who this DaddyTom was. Bree’s real father was named Kyle. So he clicked on it curiously and started to read the message.
DaddyTom: You were great last night. I had an amazing time. Hope we can meet again soon. The photos I took for you are attached. P.S. You should post one for the monthly contest. You would win for sure:)
What the fuck! Monthly contest for what? Was Bree doing modelling of some sort? Dillon hadn’t heard anything from Heather about Bree wanting to become a model. She had the looks for sure. It wasn’t a stretch that some creepy photographer would want to take pics of her. The vibe of the message didn’t sit well with Dillon.
He scrolled down further and saw the attached files, 15 of them in total. Dillon quickly downloaded the picture files just to make sure nothing weird was going on between his stepdaughter and this weirdo, DaddyTom.
It’s his duty as her stepfather to protect Bree from harm, even if it means invading her privacy. Of course, he had already invaded her trust by clicking into her email out of curiosity, but now it was a matter of Bree’s well-being. Heather would have done the same.
“Holy shit!” Dillon exclaimed loudly. He couldn’t quite believe his eyes after he clicked to open the first file.
That sudden bout of fatherly duty Dillon felt went flying out the window. The lust came back with a vengeance as he laid eyes on a picture of his knockout stepdaughter on her knees as naked as the day she was born. Her pretty pink pussy glistening without a trace of hair to be seen.
She appeared very proud of herself. Bree smiled and posed cutely, throwing up an inverted peace sign with her left hand by her left cheek. Fuck she was gorgeous. Her tan lines added that extra nubile look. Dillon couldn’t look away. He always imagined what she would look like naked, and now he got to see Bree in all her glory. Too bad it was only in 2D and not 3D, but you can’t have everything in life.
Seeing her naked would have been enough for Dillon to whip out his cock and start stroking furiously, but not only was she naked, but Bree was also covered in a healthy load of jism. It was thick and creamy, almost like a yogurty consistency as it dripped down her lovely cheeks.
One long droopy strand hung from her narrow chin, and globs of the male batter drowned her right eye socket and covered her pretty nose. There’s no way she could breathe through it with that splooge blocking her nostrils. Her angelic face was caked in cum, splatters of jizz also on her perfect tits as well. DaddyTom was certainly an artist with his cock. If, in fact, it was he who delivered the money shot and not some other lucky bloke.
Dillon went through all the pictures DaddyTom had sent Bree. They were all of a similar nature. Aftermath photos of her cum facial. The last few pics had a big cock by her face. One showed her sucking on the tip. Another showed the hefty cock resting on her cum splattered forehead as she giggled.
Was he cock slapping her? Dillon loved to cock slap Heather after he came on her face. She wasn’t a true fan of it, but Heather did what pleased Dillon as a good wife should.
Dillon couldn’t believe his eyes. His stepdaughter was a cum slut. Heather didn’t mind cum on her face, but she never looked thrilled about it either, unlike Bree, who looked giddy in the photos. You could have made an advert promoting the joy of facials with how gleeful she looked in the pictures.
By that point, Dillon’s raging cock was screaming to be let free. He had been staring at the pictures for 5 minutes, scrolling back and forth between each one and studying them meticulously. He pulled down his shorts, and his 8-inch cock was throbbing and ready to go. Hard as steel and pointing straight up from his lap.
Dillon had jerked off thinking about Bree before, but this was on a whole new level. With these images of her glazed in jizz, he would never need to masturbate to anything else ever again for years to come.
He went back to a close-up pic of Bree’s soiled face. The pictures this pervert took were high quality. Dillon could almost see his dirty little swimmers moving along Bree’s teenage face as she smiled. Her lips were coated in cum. It looked like she was trying to blow cum bubbles. There was a small cum bubble between her pink lips. What a sight that bastard had.
Fuck! She looked nasty in the best possible way. Dillon pumped his shaft slowly. He wanted to build up a load as big as the one Bree received in the picture. His male competitiveness flowed through him as he stroked and massaged his testicles at the same time.
Dillon beat his meat scrolling through each pic. This DaddyTom guy was living out his fantasy with Bree. She had to have fucked him before receiving the massive cumplosion. This lucky fucker! Dillon was green with envy. He would give anything to have switched bodies with DaddyTom that night.
He played a slideshow of all the pics and sat back in his leather chair. His cock never felt so rigid. He didn’t even need lube with how much pre cum was spilling out of his tip. Dillon jerked and jerked and couldn’t hold his load back any longer. He stood up from his chair and imagined hosing down Bree’s pretty face like DaddyTom had done.
His cum spouted out like a sprinkler all over his wooden desk and his keyboard. A wad even hit the monitor right between Bree’s eyes as he pumped his shaft hard and with purpose. His eyes wanted to close and savor the euphoria, but Dillon fought to keep them locked on the screen displaying his stepdaughter’s beautifully, cum degraded face. The wad of jizz that hit the screen started to slide down the image of Bree. He wished it were her actual face.
By the time his forceful orgasm dissipated into tiny droplets spilling from his purple tip, Dillon’s work area was a creamy, splattered mess of pearly white cum. His jizz was all over the desk. He sighed and pumped his pole a few more times before releasing his grip and stumbling back into his chair. His hairy chest was heaving up and down with exertion. He hadn’t felt that much pleasure masturbating since he was 14 and came for the very first time.
The post-nut clarity finally set in after he regained his focus. The slideshow of Bree’s depraved encounter with DaddyTom was still playing on his monitor. He couldn’t stop staring and wondering what had led to this moment.
Had Bree done this before? Was DaddyTom her first? Where did she meet this man? Dillon had so many questions, but he couldn’t ask Bree. What would she do if she found out he had invaded her privacy? She would never speak to him again.
Bree was now an adult. If she wanted to let weirdo’s cum on her pretty face and let them take pictures, she could. Dillon had no authority to stop her. She was only his stepdaughter, of course. Heather would have to deal with it herself. Should he tell her? He probably should, but he knew how mad Heather would get. She was so strict with Bree. It would almost break her heart to see her only child acting like a whore.
Instead of deleting the pictures, Dillon saved them to a thumb drive after he cleaned his work area. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. He was going to log out of Bree’s Google account and finally start on work, but he didn’t. He had to keep up to date with what Bree was up to in her private life.
He scrolled through more of her emails. Nothing popped out. She kept her inbox clean of clutter. Only new mail could be seen. Dillon checked her trash folder. Nothing; she deleted them all. He then hit refresh, and 3 new emails popped up. More discount offers for clothing sites, but the third was a notice from a website called CLC alerting Bree that she had a new message in her inbox.
CLC? Dillon had no clue what those letters stood for. He clicked the link and was again shocked by what he saw. CLC, short for Cum Lovers Circle. A community for all who love cum.
Holy fuck! His little stepdaughter had a kink for cum. Why else would she be a member of this site? How long did she have this fetish? Dillon loved facials as much as the next guy, but he never went as far as to join a community. Bree must really love cum.
Dillon was flabbergasted. Bree always projected a good girl vibe. She was sweet and polite. Yes, she liked to wear skin-tight clothes, but all girls wear that stuff these days. He never thought she would be hiding these sorts of lewd kinks. Heather would be fuming if she knew.
Dillon never saved his passwords or login details. Even on his private laptop, he didn’t, but he knew people who did. Heather was one, and he hoped Bree did as well, just like her mother. He hit the log-in button with his fingers crossed.
Surely enough, Bree stupidly did save her details. Dillon was overjoyed as he logged into her CLC account.
The site was like a forum for people who loved cum. It was outdated and old. Worse of all, it wasn’t free. Bree must have really searched hard to find this place, and she must really be into cum to waste money on it. There were so many alternatives that didn’t cost a penny.
As expected, due to the name, cum was the main topic on the forum board. There were galleries and categories for every kink a person could have relating to cum. Asian cumsluts, redhead cumsluts, blonde cumsluts, Indian cumsluts, even Muslim cumsluts.
Then there were pages for people who liked unwanted facials, surprise facials. cum on tits, cum on ass, public cumshots, workplace cumshots, so many subcategories were represented. It was a cum lovers’ paradise. Dillon was ready to make an account himself as he kept exploring the site.
People posted personal ads to find partners. People posted questions seeking advice from other members and so much more. There was also a monthly amateur facial contest, with the winner receiving a year’s free subscription. Dillon remembered DaddyTom suggesting Bree enter a contest. This was obviously the contest he was referring to.
Of course, Dillon clicked on that page first. Members could vote on the entries sent by people from around the world. There were at least 60 entries so far, and Dillon clicked on the first from a user named CumCandy34.
The woman in the pic wasn’t a hottie like Bree. She was overweight with red hair and some really saggy tits. They were massive, though. She looked pleased with a coating of cum on her fat face. Dillon wasn’t at all impressed by her and the amount of cum. He was about to give her a 2 out of ten before he remembered this was Bree’s account.
The next entry from Thaicumdumpster was much more appealing. The Asian woman was clearly older, but she had a decent face. She had a thick rope of cum on her forehead and some in her black hair. More spurts of the creamy stuff dotted on her cheeks and nose. Not bad, but nowhere near Bree’s level if she actually entered the contest with her facial pics.
Dillon clicked on 11 more entries and found nothing that made his spent cock jump again. It was just older, average-looking sluts. About 30 entries down, an entry from a user called Pixielara19 finally made his cock come to life.
The small blonde girl with short hair just past her neck was absolutely frosted by some lucky bastard. She looked almost upset, maybe surprised by the copious amounts of seed on her young face. It could have been her first time getting plastered. Who knows. All Dillon knew was that she looked hot as hell with a cum mask. Still, he would have had Bree in first place with this girl coming in second. No bias, he thought.
The clock passed 10, and Dillon had gotten no work done at all. He jacked off once more while going through all the cum contest entries. He finished looking at Bree’s facial pics, though. Her cute features, buried under all that cum produced another big cleanup job on his desk. He had to turn on his AC because he was sweating so much.
As Dillon explored more amateur cum galleries, a chat invitation came from DaddyTom. He wanted to chat with Bree. Fuck, he must have seen that she was online.
Dillon closed the invitation and quickly found the incognito mode setting that members could switch to. Now safe from unwelcome invitations, Dillon explored the site further.
He looked up DaddyTom’s profile for obvious reasons. He wanted to know more about the guy who coerced Bree into letting him glaze her sweet face.
Jeez, this guy was a pretty active member. He had his own personal gallery of sluts he had cummed on. No clue whether they gave him consent to post these private pics. He claimed they did in each description under the pictures, along with a simple backstory of how they met. There were also a couple of short videos. Dillon watched each one while massaging his stiff cock.
Most of the girls were members of the CLC ( Cum Lovers Circle), but a few were girls he met in real life. All of them were attractive, and younger women like Bree. This DaddyTom guy must be quite the stud. Dillon was boiling with jealousy.
His pics had plenty of comments from other users. Most were respectful, but some were crude, as to be expected. Dillon noticed some comments written by Bree. CutePerthGirl was her username on the site. Dillon snickered at the name. It fit her well before he found out she was a cum slut.
“Wow! You made her look even prettier.” Bree wrote about a busty brunette who felt the wrath of DaddyTom’s orgasm. She was on her back; Dillon assumed he had just fucked her massive tits before he blew all over her lovely face, because that’s what he would have done. Cum was everywhere. In her hair, on the pillow, and of course, all over that youthful face. He had enough left to litter her pretty tits as well.
Bree wrote another comment reacting to a pic of a blonde girl who had a similar face to hers. Only this one had curly blonde locks. She was sitting with her back against a bed after receiving a load similar to Bree’s. The thick cum was hanging from her face in three separate strands. So fucking hot, Dillon thought.
“I’m so Jealous! I want that to be me!” his naughty stepdaughter wrote. Guess she got her wish, he snickered.
Dillon should have been angry with this Tom bloke. He read his profile and learned that Tom was 41, a year younger than Dillon. He was from Sydney and a doctor. Or so he says. He also made it known that he was married and didn’t want anything more than to cum on pretty faces and fuck tight pussies. No relationships. Just sex.
Damn! This Tom guy was living out Dillon’s fantasy. He was able to fuck sluts and still be married. Dillon wondered if his wife knew. She probably didn’t.
Dillon had cheated on his first wife with Heather. She was the new girl at the office, and their attraction built and built until he couldn’t deny his lust. He told his wife 5 months into his adulterous affair. If he didn’t, he might have gotten away with it to this day, if not for Heather wanting a real relationship.
Could he do what DaddyTom was doing? It was wrong, but Dillon couldn’t stop wanting what this stranger had. But what he really wanted was Bree. There’s no way he could keep that hidden from Heather. Bree would tell her mum straight away if Dillon even touched her inappropriately.
“Fuck!” Dillon sighed. Why did Bree have to use this computer? He couldn’t forget what he saw if he tried.
It was a waste of time trying to get any work done today. Dillon stepped away from his desk. He didn’t log Bree’s account out of the computer as he should have. This was a dangerous game he was playing.
Dillon walked out of his home office feeling lightheaded. He needed some fresh air and water after the intense masturbation session he had just been through. He hadn’t jerked off that long since his 20s.
He headed down the hall towards the kitchen when Bree’s voice stopped him in his tracks. Her door was slightly open, and Dillon could hear her talking with someone on the phone. Probably just one of her friends. Dillon was about to walk away when he heard something that made him freeze.
“I didn’t ignore you. I wasn’t even online. I just woke up and finished showering like 5 minutes ago,” Bree said, laughing.
Fuck! Dillon had a good idea of who she was talking to. All the evidence pointed towards DaddyTom. He did try to send her a chat request on CLC. To him, it must have looked as if Bree was online and ignored his request, not knowing it was Dillon on her account.
“That’s so weird. Maybe it’s just a bug. I promise you I wouldn’t ignore you. Why would I after last night?” Bree said, giggling.
There was a long pause. DaddyTom must be talking. Dillon crept closer to Bree’s bedroom door to listen in. His body was tense with nerves as he tried to gauge what the stranger was saying.
“You want an apology? But I didn’t do anything wrong,” Bree giggled cutely again.
Another long pause. Dillon could hear Bree opening drawers. She was probably getting dressed, putting on her underwear after showering. Dillon was tempted to push the door open more so he could watch.
“Alright ... I’m sorry, Daddy. What can I do to make it up to you?” Bree told him in a sweet, good-girl voice.
Another pause. Dillon could barely contain himself. He was getting off on listening to his teenage stepdaughter chatting with a guy she met online, a guy who marked her lovely face with his dirty seed the night before.
“Tonight? I have school tomorrow ... I want to, but my mum wouldn’t like me being out on a Sunday night,” Bree told the man.
Again, there was a long pause. No doubt DaddyTom was doing his best to convince Bree to say yes to another meeting. Dillon couldn’t blame him. He would be blowing loads on Bree’s gorgeous face at every opportunity.
“I know it’s your last night in Perth ... Ahhh! ... I really want to ... but...”
Bree suddenly stopped talking. Dillon assumed DaddyTom interrupted her to argue his point further.
“A friend? Wow! ... I don’t know,” Bree nervously said into the phone.
God! These pauses in the conversation were killing Dillon. He wanted to know so badly what this man was saying to Bree. “A friend,” came out of her mouth. Did DaddyTom want to invite a friend to cum on his stepdaughter’s face as well?
Dillon should have put a stop to this immediately. Even if it meant he had to confess to what he’d done. No normal stepfather would be okay with hearing that a sick pervert wanted to bring another sick pervert to jack off on his teenage stepdaughter. But Dillon wasn’t normal. He was excited by the image of Bree taking two loads of cum to her pretty face. He wanted to see the aftermath pics so bad. His cock was fully grown and aching in no time.
“I know I said it was my fantasy ... but...”
Bree’s sentence was interrupted again by DaddyTom. Dillon could hear her giggling as she listened to what the man was telling her.
“You trust him? ... If you do ... then I’ll do it. But make sure he knows I don’t want to have sex with him. Maybe just a blowjob,” Bree said timidly.
More giggling came from Bree as she listened to what DaddyTom had to say. Dillon was kind of disappointed that Bree said no to sex. The thought of her getting spit-roasted by two grown men was a highly erotic image.
Dillon had spit-roasted her mother, Heather, with a client they were trying to land. That memory still stays with him to this day. She had one too many glasses of wine during the business dinner and was outrageously flirty with the man from America. Part of the reason for her behaviour was that Dillon had told her he had doubts about leaving his wife and 2 kids. Heather showed her annoyance by flirting with Peter in front of Dillon and the assistant Peter brought with him.
The night turned extra Spicey when Peter and his assistant admitted they were having an affair. The two must have picked up on the vibe between Heather and Dillon and assumed they were doing the same thing.
Heather shared what was going on with Dillon, and Peter suggested they continue the business dinner somewhere more private. Dillon was all for it; Heather was less than sold on the idea, but she saw how much Dillon wanted it.
Peter’s assistant Claudia was a curvy Latina woman. She was stunning, and Dillon couldn’t blame Peter for having an affair with her. He loved her accent, especially when she rolled her Rs. But most importantly, he lusted after her buxom body.
That night. Dillon had his first swinger experience, not with his actual wife at the time, but with Heather, his mistress. Heather’s doubts washed away as Dillon licked her juicy bald twat while Claudia and Peter sucked on her tits. The three of them made her cum twice before Dillon drilled her pussy as hard as he could to another.
Then Peter had his turn with Heather. Dillon took Claudia, and the four of them fucked all night. A highlight was seeing Claudia suck Dillon’s cum out of Heather’s pussy while Peter shot his third load onto Heather’s tits. Claudia then cleaned up Peter’s cum from Heather’s tits after she was done with the creampie. It was the hottest night of Dillon’s life. He decided then and there that Heather was worth divorcing his wife for.
Dillon’s trip down memory lane was cut off by Bree’s mischievous laughter coming from her room. He didn’t mind at all. He wanted to hear more from his Stepdaughter.
“I haven’t checked my emails yet. I can’t wait to see them. You came so much ... I almost drowned,” said Bree with her trademark girlish giggle.
Another long pause followed, and Dillon fought the urge not to jerk off right by Bree’s door as he listened to her elicit conversation.
“Thank you for saving all that cum. I know it must have been hard to wait a week. You really made my first time memorable,” Bree sweetly said.
More waiting for Bree to talk. Dillon was dying in anticipation.
“Maybe just you ... I’ll see how I feel tonight. No promises, though ... I can’t go from no to hoe so soon,” Bree chuckled.
Dillon wondered what she meant by that statement. Maybe Daddytom was trying to get her to give up that sweet teen pussy as well as her face. Dillon weirdly started to cheer on the guy trying to turn his stepdaughter into a hoe, as she put it.
“Okay ... I’ll find an excuse. I can’t wait, Daddy. Bye,” Bree said excitedly.
That “bye” was Dillon’s cue to get the fuck away from Bree’s door. He tiptoed down the hall with an uncomfortable erection between his legs. If only he could see what was going to happen between Bree and the two older men tonight. Those two lucky cunts!
Right when he needed her most, Heather announced she was home from tennis. The sexy wife had barely put her racket and gym bag down before Dillon whisked her away to their master bedroom.
She had no time to gather her composure as Dillon tore away her skirt and plunged his thick cock into her sweaty gash like a man possessed. It was nothing new to Heather. Dillon always had a high sex drive. She yelped playfully and removed her soiled crop top as he continued to plow away at her from behind.
Dillon purposefully took Heather from behind so he could better imagine that it was Bree he was fucking mercilessly in doggy. The mum and daughter had almost identical hair colour and length. They also had similar body types. Heather was just fuller in the bust and around the hips. They even had similar voices, so it wasn’t hard for Dillon to imagine that it was Bree who was ooohing and arrrhing in reaction to his cock.
It spurred him on to plow harder. He held Heather’s hips tight so she couldn’t get away as he constantly beat her insides to a pulp. She was screaming her head off now, rubbing her clit as Dillon thrust over and over, lost in his sick thoughts that he was actually fucking Bree right now and not his wife, her mother.
Dillon smacked her ass and yanked her hair back. Heather didn’t have tan lines like Bree, another slight difference between the two women in his life. Heather also had a butterfly tattoo on her left butt cheek and a small kittycat tattoo on the back of her right shoulder. She had them done when she was 16 and rebellious. Dillon didn’t mind them. They were kind of hot.
“Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!” Heather screamed.
Luckily, Heather had wanted their room to be almost soundproof. She didn’t want Bree hearing her loud yells and cries during sex. Heather was always loud when she took a pounding, and Dillon loved hearing her passionate sex sounds.
She was yelling now as Dillon took both of her arms and tied them behind her back. He drilled his cock as deep as it could go. Thumbing his hips into Heather’s firm ass as his cock hammered her twat.