Mandip Gill, What You Eat

"How's your man dip?"

Mandip Gill stared into the distance as she swished cum in her mouth. It's all she ever ate. Morning, noon and night, she topped every meal with a thick glaze of semen, but not by choice. She remembered a time when she could go out and enjoy a nice fancy dinner that wasn't smothered in that special sauce. She would show up in an elegant dress, wearing expensive earrings and an immaculate smile to match her perfect makeup, and announce to the host that her name was...

... was...

The blank spot in her brain teased her with what she should know but didn't. That big gaping hole in her memory had been a classy name, she could feel it in her boobs, but she could only dredge up the degrading pseudonym he gave her. 'You are what you eat,' he once said, and in a flash her whole life changed to make his bad joke into her truth. Just like that, from birth to now she went by Man Dip. She even had the birth certificate, yearbooks, and acting credits to prove it. That simple change showed how much power this Brian person had over everything, including her. He could turn her into a dumb big-titted bimbo if he wanted. Instead he seemed to enjoy tormenting her with awareness of what she had lost.

Like a clean palate. The disgusting gruel flowed around her tongue, soaking it in the salty gooey load. This wad turned out much thicker than the last, bearing a consistency akin to yogurt while she passed it from cheek to puffed out cheek. She had grown accustomed to the stench in and out of her nostrils with each breath. It came out heavy. Heavier still while she glared at Brian with tears in her eyes at how nasty this batch had been. Her lips briefly parted to expose the frothy foamy cum before she sucked it back in. Almost half a lifetime's worth of experience taught her not to waste a single drop, and so she managed to keep from spilling it down her chin like she did in her late teens.

That's how it went in her head, anyway, despite her knowing from her own reactions and when she first met Brian that it had merely been a week. At the end of her solid five minutes of enjoying her spunky night cap, Mandip finally swallowed and shivered in revulsion as it slithered down her throat and into her semen-bloated belly. An ignorant bystander could be forgiven for thinking of her as slightly pregnant from the bulge. She rubbed it as her lips curled into an irritated scowl.

"Awful," Mandip said. "Absolutely horrid, like always."

"Not as good as what you had when you went to Cockburn School, then?"

Not again! The prestigious academy of her actual upbringing withered from her thoughts, replaced by Brian's suggestion. For others, the school existed like any other school with an unfortunate name. For Mandip, it became a place where she learned the most valuable lessons for her career: how to give the kind of expert blowjobs and handjobs needed to get ahead in show business. The speed with which she dispensed the kind of hardcore fucking that would make her famous one day definitely meant she lived up to the name of her school if not its standards.

Mandip "Man Dip" Gill, graduate of Cockburn School, gulped up more jizz and dreaded what else Brian had in mind for her.