Do you have a Fetish?

A Fetish can be something as normal as loving tits.

Guys love tits, but they like mine the most. Can’t blame them for that, they’re freakin awesome. Even I can’t stop touching them, they’re so big and round and firm. I love squeezing them in my hands and pinching my nipples until a hint of pain fills me.

 Whenever I go out with Nate he can’t keep his hands off them and he’s done his fair share of titty worshiping. My tits are what he likes most about me because he has a Fetish for them so on our last date I skipped sex and gave him a night of what he loved.

I wore a short skirt and a halter top that was a bit too tight and low cut for our date. It’s like a magnet for my tits, eyes just go straight there and guys stare without even knowing it. During dinner, I kept leaning forward when I talked to him so he could see down my top and I casually ran my hand over them now and again.

It was a small, quick gesture but I knew he saw it and was already thinking about his Fetish and how much better my tits would look without the top.

When we got back to my place he sat in the living room while I got us a couple of beers. Handing one to him I snuggled up beside him, pressing my tits against him.

I put my hand on the top of his thigh and gently rubbed it as I thanked him for dinner and told him what a nice time I’d had. Getting up I pushed the table away so I could stand between him and it. Sliding my shirt off, I let it drop to the floor as I cupped my tits in my hands. “Do you want to see them?” I said, smiling and teasing him as I rubbed myself through the material. “You know you do, you were staring at them all night.”  He blushed then said he was sorry.

I told him not to be, I like turning guys on and undid my bra. Slipping it off but keeping my hands covering them I said: “Now you have to show me something, go on, get that dick out.” I watched as he undid his pants and lifted his ass up, shoving them down to his knees.

 Lifting my foot up I pushed his pants to his ankles then took my hands off my tits. “Is this what you want?” I said and gently bounced up and down.

“You know it is,” he said smirking and I leaned over him, kissing him again as I grabbed his hips. I tugged him towards me and had him sit on the edge of the couch.

Giving him a quick, sloppy blow job to get him wet I lowered myself so I was half leaning over him and half crouching and held my tits in my hands. I rubbed one down the side of his dick then held them around his dick. Pressing them around him I started moving up and down, titty fucking him as he watched.

He moaned as I went faster, his dick rubbing between my tits and popping out the top of them. I squeezed harder near his head and kept going, massaging his dick with my tits as pre-cum slid over them.

He groaned loudly as cum shot out of him, splattering on my tits and neck. It made me all messy and when I stood up I played with his cum, using my fingers to drag it over my tits. Might as well, the dirtier the better.

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