Cum, Cum, Cum

It wasn’t just the bedroom anymore.

Sandra had changed — subtly, completely — and Andy saw it everywhere.

She dressed differently now. Even on weekdays.

At home, bras had vanished. Replaced by thin cotton camisoles that clung to her breasts and showed everything when the ceiling fan stirred the fabric. Her shorts were shorter. Her movements looser. She no longer rushed to cover herself when someone rang the bell.

When she bent over, she knew what it looked like.

And she didn’t adjust.

Outside, her college sarees hugged her hips tighter. Her blouses were still proper, but they seemed to strain a bit more across her chest — a deliberate tightness. She left the top hook undone most days.

Her makeup had changed too.

She now wore dark eyeliner — just enough to frame her eyes with a shadowed softness. A thin streak of kajal that made her lashes look longer. Her lipstick had shifted from dull pinks to deeper shades: wine, brick, sometimes even dark cherry. Glossy.

Her hair was never tied up anymore.

She let it fall — thick and black and sensual — brushing against her breasts and back like a veil she forgot she was wearing.

At college, she walked slower. Her heels clicked across tiled floors with a quiet rhythm that turned heads. She smiled more — not flirtatious, just open. Her presence had weight. Heat.

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At night, when Andy was asleep, Sandra started watching videos on her own.

She wasn’t timid anymore.

She didn’t flinch at the titles.

“Cum Dump Bukkake.”

“College Cumsluts Vol 7.”

“Facial Fuckdolls.”

“Training a Cum Queen.”

She didn’t just watch.

She studied.

Thirty men. Forty. Sometimes more. Stroking off in circles. Women kneeling with their mouths open, mascara running, faces glazed like donuts. Grinning while their tits were painted and their mouths overflowed.

Sandra’s fingers moved slowly between her thighs as she watched. Not rushed. Not ****.

She wanted to feel it.

She wanted to become it.

Then she opened Andy’s Favourites folder.

Tory Lane Gangbang Audition.mp4

She didn’t even blink at the title.

The screen came to life.

There she was — Tory. Wild-eyed, moaning, drenched. On her knees in a brutal circle of men, sucking one cock while two slapped her face, getting pounded from behind and from underneath — cock in her pussy, cock in her ass.

She gagged. She drooled. She grinned.

And she begged.

“Put two in my ass,” Tory moaned. “Stretch me out. Paint me till I can’t see.”

Sandra’s eyes widened, jaw slack, her fingers sinking deeper between her thighs.

Five cocks at once… and she’s fucking thriving.

Sandra bit her lip.

I could do that.

No. I could outdo her.

Her thighs clenched. Her pussy throbbed.

She imagined it: being the one kneeling in the center, her gold necklace dangling above her tits as cum painted her chest. Tongue out. Eyes ruined. Holes stretched.

Andy would love it.

Andy stirred, hard already — his cock twitching under the sheet.

He blinked, then froze.

Sandra sat at the foot of the bed — naked, legs wide, bathed in laptop light. Onscreen, Tory Lane was getting spit-roasted and fingered by another guy waiting for his turn.

Andy reached for the CumMaxx on the side table, swallowed two pills dry.

His cock swelled almost instantly — thick, veiny, the head already leaking thick pre-cum in slow drips.

He stood. Walked behind her, his cock heavy, throbbing.

“You like what you see?” he growled.

Sandra didn’t turn — just smiled.

“She’s filthy,” she whispered. “But I’d take more.”

Andy grinned. “Yeah?”

“She’s got five guys on her and still begging. I want ten. I want to drown in it.”

His cock pulsed.

“Then let’s start your training.”

He stepped in front of her. His cock was glistening, drooling from the tip.

Sandra’s eyes locked on it, hungry.

“So much pre-cum,” she whispered. “Fuck, Andy… you’re already dripping for me.”

Her tongue flicked out instinctively.

Andy grabbed her hair.

“Open.”

She obeyed — wide, jaw stretching, tongue out.

“That CumMaxx’s making me thick, baby,” he grunted. “Better stretch that mouth.”

She moaned as he slid into her — slow, then all the way.

She gagged.

Loved it.

Slobber pooled down her chin. Her hands were still between her legs. The porn kept playing.

Tory was now covered. Her tits were soaked. Her cheeks glistened.

“I wanna be her,” Sandra mumbled, pulling off Andy’s cock, licking around the tip. “No — I wanna beat her. I want twenty cocks. I want to be filmed while they moan my name.”

Andy shoved back in, fucking her throat now.

“You want to be my personal cumwhore?”

She nodded, drooling, slurping louder.

He grinned. “You're already better than her. You’ve been conditioned. Hypnotized. You crave cum like it’s fucking oxygen.”

She whimpered around his cock, spit flying.

Andy looked down. Her makeup was running. Her eyes were wild.

“Keep sucking, slut,” he growled. “You’re not stopping till I paint you like the bitch you were made to be.”

She moaned around his cock, slurping louder, her spit soaking his balls.

Then pulled off with a gasp — her face slick, her eyes wild.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me sooner, Andy?” she panted.

He stroked her jaw with his thumb, smearing pre-cum across her cheek.

“Tell you what?”

“This,” she hissed. “This sick, filthy, fucking heaven you were hiding. This folder. These videos. This version of me you dreamed about.”

Andy smirked. “You weren’t ready.”

“I was made for this,” she growled. “You were watching Tory Lane get used by fifteen men while your wife was at home, clueless. You should’ve painted my face years ago.”

He groaned, fist tightening around the base of his cock.

“You should’ve been on your knees every night.”

“You should’ve had me begging to be your cumdrunk whore while I still wore bangles to bed.”

Andy laughed darkly.

“Regret it?”

Sandra wiped spit and pre-cum from her lips and licked it clean.

“I regret not drowning in your cum every weekend since our wedding night.”

Andy’s cock twitched violently.

“Say it again.”

“I should’ve been your cumdump from day one.”

“I would’ve loved it,” she whispered. “I would’ve sucked you dry every night. Swallowed every load. Slept with your cum leaking out of me. Begged you to use me harder.”

His eyes darkened.

“You’re making up for it now.”

She looked up at him — face streaked, hair wild, mouth open.

“I want to drown in it.”

Andy didn’t wait.

He gripped his shaft, stroking fast, thick drops already painting her face before the first spurt hit. His balls tightened — the CumMaxx working him into a frenzy — and he exploded.

The first rope landed across her cheek, thick and hot.

The second smacked her lips — she opened wide, tongue out, moaning.

The third hit her chest, dripping between her tits.

Then another. And another.

She kept her mouth open the whole time, eyes rolling back, fingers teasing her soaked pussy as his cum painted her like a living canvas.

“More,” she gasped. “Fuck, more—don’t stop—cover your whore.”

Andy groaned, his cock jerking one last time, a thick final rope smearing across her eye and into her hairline.

Sandra let it drip.

Didn’t move.

She looked ruined — gleaming, streaked, satisfied.

Then she smiled — wide, slutty, proud.

“You better fuck me again,” she whispered. “Because one facial’s not fixing ten years of missed loads.”

Andy grabbed her wrist and pulled her up from her knees.

She was dripping — face glazed, tits painted, strands of cum sliding down her belly.

He dragged her to the full-length mirror.

“Look at yourself.”

Sandra stared.

Her hair was a wild mess. Mascara streaked down her cheeks. Her lips were shiny, swollen. Her necklace glistened — the gold chain now sticky, lost in the mess pooling across her collarbone.

Her breasts were streaked with white. Her nipples were hard. Her stomach looked like it had been finger-painted with cum.

She looked like the women in Andy’s videos.

No — she looked filthier.

“You see that?” he murmured behind her. “That’s what you were meant to look like.”

She nodded slowly, eyes wide.

“You’re wrecked,” he said. “Fucking used. Marked. Painted. And you’re glowing.”

Sandra let her fingers drag through the mess on her chest — then brought them to her lips and sucked.

“I look like a whore,” she whispered. “Your cumslut wife. Your private porn fantasy.”

“You’re more than that,” Andy growled. “You’re mine.”

He stepped in behind her, cock stiff again.

She felt it press against her ass.

“You wanna see what it looks like when I fuck you while you’re ruined?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “I want to see everything.”

He bent her slightly, legs apart, one hand in her hair, the other sliding between her thighs.

Still soaking.

He pushed inside slowly — watching the reflection of his cock disappear into her pussy, still messy from earlier.

Sandra cried out, bracing herself on the mirror.

“Fuck—yes—look at me,” she panted.

“I’m dripping with your cum and still begging for more.”

She rubbed her clit with one hand while the other smeared fresh cum from her cheek down to her throat.

“This is what you wanted, right?” she said, locking eyes with him in the glass. “A wife who licks your cum off her tits? Who watches herself getting fucked like a cumdrunk animal?”

Andy thrust deeper.

“Yes. I wanted this. And now I fucking have it.”

Her body slapped against his. The mirror shook. His hands gripped her hips like handles.

“You like watching your cock disappear inside your filthy wife?” she moaned.

“You like seeing what you’ve made me become?”

Andy groaned, his breath hot on her ear.

“You’re perfect,” he hissed. “Better than any porn I ever watched.”

Sandra reached down between her legs and gathered some of the wet mess dripping from her pussy.

She brought it to her lips.

“Taste that?” she whispered. “That’s us.”

Andy gripped her hips harder, thrusting faster now — the sound of their bodies echoing through the room.

Sandra’s fingers rubbed her clit furiously as she stared into the mirror, mouth open, face glazed, watching his cock disappear into her again and again.

Her body trembled.

“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped. “Fuck—Andy—I’m gonna—”

“Cum for me,” he growled. “Let me see your face while I fill your cunt again.”

Her climax hit hard — her pussy clenched, legs shaking, her body jerking back against him as she screamed.

“YES! YES! Oh fuck, I’m cumming—Andy—fuck me—fill me again—please—”

Andy didn’t pull out.

He slammed in one more time, balls tight, cock thick, the CumMaxx pulsing through his veins.

He came hard — deep — groaning against her back as thick streams pumped into her, mixing with the last load, flooding her already-fucked cunt.

They both stood there — shaking — her dripping, him panting.

But his cock didn’t go soft.

It twitched inside her. Still stiff. Still slick.

Andy pulled out slowly, both of them watching in the mirror as his cum spilled from her hole.

A thick, creamy trail leaked down her inner thighs.

Andy grunted.

“Fucking wasting it.”

He dropped to one knee behind her, scooped some of the mess with two fingers, and smeared it back up her slit.

“Keep it in, Sandra. You’re not done leaking me.”

Sandra looked down at herself — glazed, fucked open, legs trembling.

She reached between her legs, gathered more of the spill, and rubbed it into her pussy lips, moaning softly as her fingers spread it wide.

Then she brought her hand to her mouth and sucked it clean — slow, sensual.

“Look at what you’ve done,” she whispered. “You took your quiet, innocent wife and turned her into this.”

She turned slightly to face him — her body a wreck, her face glowing.

“A cock-hungry, cum-filled, creampied little slut who wants nothing more than to be used again and again.”

Andy stepped forward, cock still hard.

“You’re not wrong.”

She grinned and dropped to her knees.

“Then don’t stop until I’m ruined all over again.”

Andy didn’t even give her time to recover.

He pulled her up from her knees by the hair, bent her back over the mirror, and spread her cheeks wide.

“I’m not done with you,” he growled. “I want to see this ass take my cock.”

Sandra moaned, breathless. “Yes. Take it. Claim it.”

He spit once between her cheeks, rubbed the head of his cock against her slicked, tight hole — still trembling from her orgasm.

Then pressed in.

Sandra gasped.

“FUCK—yes—push it in—open me up, baby—”

He slid deeper — slowly — inch by thick inch, letting her feel every brutal stretch.

“You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you?” Andy grunted. “Your ass being stuffed full of cock while my cum leaks out of your pussy.”

She nodded frantically, fingers gripping the mirror frame.

“Yes! I’ve wanted it—needed it—I want to be full everywhere!”

He bottomed out, balls slapping her soaked clit.

“You’re my wife,” he growled, “and now you’re my fuckhole. All three.”

He pounded her then — hard, deep, relentless — her moans turning to cries, then to wild, broken whimpers of filthy joy.

“I can’t believe how good it feels,” she gasped. “You’re fucking my ass like I was made for it.”

“You were.”

“I’m a fucking whore for this,” she cried. “My pussy’s leaking, my face is glazed, and now you’re filling my last hole.”

“You’re fucking my ass while your cum leaks from my pussy,” she gasped. “You’re wrecking your wife, and I love it.”

Andy grabbed her throat, leaned over her, fucking her ass while looking into her dazed eyes in the mirror.

“You’re my filthy fucking wife. The innocent girl I married wouldn’t even say ‘cock.’ Now you’re begging for it in your ass.”

“You’re taking it like you were made for this. Like my perfect little fucktoy.”

“Say it.”

“I love it!” she cried. “Being used. Being degraded. I want your cock in my ass and your cum in my mouth. I want to be filled, drained, ruined.”

Sandra looked up, locking eyes with herself in the mirror.

And froze.

What she saw sent a pulse straight to her clit.

Her hair was a wreck. Her face still shiny with cum. Her necklace tangled, sticky against her chest. Her eyes? Wild. Hungry. Proud.

And behind her — Andy, rutting into her ass, his face locked in concentration, his hands gripping her like he owned her body.

This is me, she thought.

I’m being anally destroyed and I fucking love it.

Her voice came out broken and lust-drunk.

“I look like your personal pornstar,” she gasped. “Your real-life cum-drunk bitch. And I love it.”

Andy grunted.

“You are.”

He reached around with one hand and slid his fingers between her thighs.

Still soaked.

He pushed inside her pussy — two fingers, then three — scooping up the mess still dripping from earlier.

Then brought his hand to her mouth and shoved it in.

“Open.”

Sandra moaned and sucked.

His fingers were coated in cream — her juices, his cum, their combined filth — and she licked it clean with hunger in her eyes.

“See what you’ve become?” he said. “You used to lecture in silks and keep your blouse buttoned up. Now you’re sucking my fingers clean while I fuck your ass in front of a mirror.”

“And it’s all your fault,” she panted, voice thick. “You corrupted me.”

“You were always this,” he hissed, thrusting deeper into her ass. “You just didn’t know it yet.”

She pushed her hips back, grinding against him, her pussy twitching even though it was untouched.

“I’m your wife. Your whore. Your star.”

“You’re my favorite video,” he growled.

She smiled at her reflection, cheeks flushed, makeup ruined.

“And I want to be watched.”

Andy growled — balls tightening, the CumMaxx still pulsing through his system.

“I’m gonna cum again. Inside you.”

“Do it,” she begged. “Fill my ass. Mark me.”

He slammed into her one final time and came hard — grunting like an animal, his cock buried to the base in her ass as he pumped another thick load into her stretched hole.

Andy pulled out slow, thick, wet, and watched his load ooze from her gaping, stretched hole.

Sandra trembled, moaning, her ass clenching instinctively as the mess dripped down her thigh.

Andy knelt behind her, eyes locked on the wreckage.

He dragged two fingers through the sticky trail — thick, creamy cum mixed with her ass slick — and brought it to her lips.

She opened instantly, tongue out, eyes glowing.

But this time, she didn’t just suck.

She moaned loud, wrapping her lips around his fingers with purpose.

“Fuck,” she gasped around them. “You’re taking your own ass juice and feeding it to me.”

Andy’s grin was pure filth. “Damn right I am.”

She sucked harder, pulling his fingers in deep.

“Mmm—yummm,” she moaned. “It’s so rich, baby. Nutty. Thick. Tastes like everything I’ve become.”

He scooped more with his other hand — a slow drag between her cheeks, then up along her pussy lips where his earlier load had leaked out.

This time, she reached for his wrist and guided his fingers into her mouth herself.

“Give it to me. All of it.”

She licked between them, swallowing the mess, not missing a drop.

Then pulled back, voice lower, hungrier:

“Watch.”

She dropped onto her knees, leaned back, and reached between her legs.

Her fingers slid into her own pussy — sloppy, wet, thick.

She scooped out the creamy mix dripping from her.

And licked it.

Slowly.

“Your cum,” she whispered, “from my cunt.”

She did it again.

And again.

Then reached back — two fingers dragging through the slick between her ass cheeks.

She brought it to her lips and licked it up like frosting.

“You think any of your porn girls would do this?” she asked, breathless. “Any of your precious cumsluts willing to eat it straight from the source?”

Andy groaned — his cock twitching again.

“No one’s like you.”

“I’m not like them,” she hissed. “I’m better.”

She leaned in close and whispered:

“I’m the bitch who gets fucked in the ass, leaks from every hole, and begs to lick up the mix like dessert.”

Andy stared at her, wrecked, glowing, proud.

She grinned.

Andy pulled out, cock gleaming, twitching, still hard.

Her ass was gaping slightly, slick with his cum. Her pussy glistened. Her thighs were streaked. Her breasts still held drips of dried and fresh mess. She was leaking from everywhere.

Sandra looked down at herself and moaned softly.

“I’m a fucking canvas,” she whispered. “And you painted me perfectly.”

Then she started scooping.

Her fingers dragged through the creamy mess seeping from her pussy.

She licked them clean.

Then reached back and swirled two fingers along her ass — into the creases, through the stretch, catching every drop of Andy’s cum and her own slick.

She sucked those fingers too.

“Thick… salty… a little sweet this time,” she murmured. “I can taste both of us.”

Then she looked at her breasts, still spattered. She rubbed her palm over her chest, gathering the drips, then down her stomach, dragging fresh cum from her belly.

She sat back on her heels, glistening.

And then reached for the bedside table.

Opened the drawer.

And pulled out a small, plain vanilla cookie.

Andy stared.

She gave him a filthy smile.

“This needs frosting.”

Sandra dragged her fingers back between her legs, dug deep inside her soaked pussy — her own cum and Andy’s second load squelching around her fingers — and scooped out a thick, creamy glob.

She held the cookie in one hand, and slowly, deliberately smeared the mix across the top — coating it like icing.

Then she pressed her thumb against her asshole, gathered what was still leaking from there, and added a streak along the edge.

She licked her finger clean, slowly.

“Now that’s what I call a glaze.”

Andy couldn’t move.

Sandra raised the cookie to her lips.

Took a slow, crunchy bite.

Closed her eyes and moaned.

“Mmm…”

She licked a drip from the corner of her mouth.

“God, I love dessert.”

Another bite. Chewed, swallowed.

“You know what the best part is?”

Andy didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

She looked at him with eyes glowing.

“I made it myself.”

If only his conservative relatives back in Edison could see what his quiet Indian wife had become.

“You see that?” Andy murmured behind her, his voice rough.

She nodded, smiling.

“I see a woman who’s officially gone to the dark side.”

Andy grinned.

“I see a woman who should’ve been introduced to CumMaxx and Tory Lane five years ago.”

She laughed — low, fucked-out, proud.

“I was baking banana bread while you were jerking off to bukkake.”

“You were dressing up for PTA meetings.”

“I’m dressing up now too,” she smirked. “Only now it’s in your cum.”

Andy traced a fingertip down her stomach, catching a trail of it that was drying against her skin.

“You ever think this would be you?” he asked softly.

She looked back at her reflection.

“My ass stretched. My cunt leaking. My body coated in your filth while I eat cookies made of cum?”

She turned her head to kiss his jaw, slow and tender.

“I didn’t think it’d be me… but fuck, I love her.”

Andy kissed the side of her neck.

“She’s mine.”

“And she wants more.”

He groaned.

“Baby, I’m out of cum.”

She leaned into him and whispered:

“Then you better sleep fast. Because I’m not waking up clean.”

Her voice dropped to a whisper.

“Next time… I want you to fuck my ass and my pussy.”

Andy’s cock twitched again.

After Sandra’s request — soft, raw, sincere — Andy kissed her forehead.

She lay back, eyes closed, smiling faintly, still glowing from everything they’d done.

He pulled the blanket over her hips and slipped out of bed quietly.

Walked to his laptop.

Opened the mic.

And whispered into her transformation once more.

“My cum is therapeutic.”

“It will make you gorgeous… stunning… radiant.”

“It will remove all your blemishes. Every mole. Every imperfection.”

“It will soften your skin. Whiten it… brighten it… make it glow like silk.”

“It will mold your body into your deepest desire.”

“Every drop transforms you.”

“You’ll crave it more because it makes you more beautiful.”

“You’ll wear it proudly — because it changes you.”

“You become perfect in it. You become you.”

He saved the file.