Change is Constant

Sandra’s POV

She stared at herself in the salon mirror.

Even the stylist paused when she spun the chair.

The reflection didn’t lie. She looked… unreal.

Her hair — once black and tightly braided — was now a lustrous, sensual copper red, with deep streaks of crimson catching the light like molten metal. It cascaded past her shoulders in styled waves that framed her face like a seductress carved from heat.

Her skin glowed — not just from the facial peel and cream polish, but from something deeper. Something carnal. Something that had soaked into her from weeks of Andy’s cum, rubbed into her cheeks, massaged into her neck, swallowed at dawn, smeared at midnight.

She knew it was working.

She was becoming something more.

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Andy’s POV

When he got the message — “Come home. I need you to see what you’ve created.” — he expected a tease. Maybe a new saree. Maybe more lipstick.

He did not expect to walk into his bedroom and see his wife standing there in nothing but stiletto heels and a barely tied silk robe.

And he absolutely did not expect her to have become... this.

Hair like a pornstar. Skin like a porcelain cum-doll. A silhouette that begged for worship. Her robe slipped open slightly as she turned — enough for him to glimpse her flat, waxed stomach, the curve of one full breast, and her new red manicure dragging slowly down her thigh.

He couldn’t breathe.

“Holy fuck…”

She smiled — slow, lethal.

“You like?”

He couldn’t answer. Not at first. His brain was short-circuiting.

She looked like the porn model he used to jerk off to in secret.

The one he trained his brain around. The one he left open in browser tabs. The one he named in her hypnosis scripts.

And now…

She was real.

In his room.

In heels.

In heat.

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Sandra’s POV

His eyes devoured her. Exactly how she wanted.

She’d told the stylist, “Make me look like someone men jerk off to.”

And she had.

The cut, the color, the makeup, the polish — it all screamed sin. But the glow? The shine in her eyes? That wasn’t salon magic.

That was him.

His words. His voice. His seed. His obsession poured into her every night, whispered through her AirPods, pumped into her mouth and cunt and ass — until her body began to believe it.

Until she did.

“You did this,” she whispered.

Andy’s jaw clenched.

“I didn’t think it would go this far.”

She stepped closer, loosening the tie on her robe.

“You told me I looked better messy.”

The silk slipped open — slow as a curtain rise — revealing bare breasts, soft and full, tipped with hard, dusky nipples.

“You told me I glow when I’m soaked in cum.”

She dropped the robe completely.

“And you were right.”

Andy didn’t speak.

He just stepped forward and gripped her jaw — firm, possessive — like he was making sure she was real.

Sandra’s lips parted on instinct.

“Open,” he growled.

She dropped to her knees instantly, hair cascading in red waves around her bare shoulders. The contrast between her fair skin and crimson mouth was sinful.

She licked up the length of his cock before he was even fully hard, dragging her tongue along the underside, moaning softly at the familiar weight and taste.

“Your cock deserves better than my old mouth,” she whispered. “This is your upgraded model.”

Andy groaned as her lips wrapped around his tip — glossy, wet, perfect.

She bobbed her head slowly, lovingly, eyes locked on his.

Slobber started to run down her chin by the fourth stroke.

He fisted her hair, tugging it back so she could gasp for air.

“You look like a fucking pornstar,” he snarled. “Better. Cleaner. Hungrier.”

Sandra licked her lips, drool and pre-cum mixing.

“I want to be your favorite scene.”

He shoved her mouth back onto his cock.

Her throat opened for him — no gagging now, just raw need. Her fingers massaged his balls as she took him deeper, tongue swirling.

“You love this cock, don’t you?”

She pulled off with a wet gasp.

“I love what it does to me. What you do to me. What I’ve become.”

Andy hauled her up by the hair, spun her around, and shoved her onto the bed.

Her tits bounced beautifully as she landed, legs spread automatically.

“Fuck,” he hissed, climbing over her. “Your tits are perfect now.”

He buried his face between them, licking and biting, squeezing them roughly — watching how the flesh gave under his grip.

Sandra moaned, arching into him.

“Bite them. Use them. They’re not for nursing. They’re for fucking.”

He slapped one breast, then sucked the nipple between his teeth.

She cried out.

“You like getting your tits abused, slut?”

“I want them ruined,” she panted. “Marked. Bitten. Licked. I want to look in the mirror and see what your mouth did.”

Andy groaned, his cock rock hard again.

“You’ve got pornstar tits now. Might as well use them like one.”

He pushed them together and slid his cock between them, dragging it through her cleavage, spit and pre-cum smearing across her glowing skin.

Sandra spit on them herself — dirty, precise — and squeezed tighter.

“Make a mess. You made this body to be ruined.”

Andy’s cock slid between her breasts, glistening, thick, throbbing.

Sandra held her tits together tighter, spitting again, smearing it into her cleavage as he thrust.

“That’s it,” she moaned. “Use them. They’re fucking perfect now. Round, fat, and made for this.”

Andy groaned — watching the red streaks of her hair fall around her flushed face, the sweat gathering in the curve of her neck.

“You used to hide them under blouses.”

“And now they’re your fuck sleeves,” she gasped. “You like seeing them jiggle? You like watching your cock glaze them?”

He pulled out from between her tits and slapped the tip against her nipple.

She shuddered.

“Fuck me,” she begged. “Fuck your upgraded wife. I want to feel how deep this new pussy can take you.”

Andy didn’t hesitate.

He flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and lined himself up.

Then drove in — hard.

Sandra screamed.

“YES—FUCK—Oh fuck, you’re splitting me—”

He pounded into her like a man possessed, each thrust slapping against her ass, his balls slapping wetly against her cheeks.

Her nails clawed into the sheets.

“God, I feel it—everything. My walls are so fucking tight, Andy—your cock’s shaping them.”

“You’re taking it like a whore, Sandra. A gorgeous, rebuilt, upgraded fuckdoll.”

She grabbed her tits, held them up for him to watch as they bounced with every thrust.

“I want to break this body in. I want stretch marks from your cock.”

“You’re going to get them.”

Andy leaned over her, one hand **** her gently, the other pressing down on her belly.

“Feel that? That’s your husband’s cock inside you. Deep.”

She came hard — gasping, crying out, her pussy clenching around him in waves.

“FUCK—Andy—I’m cumming—your cock is making me cum all over you—!”

He didn’t stop.

He kept fucking through it, watching as her juices sprayed out, coating his cock, her thighs, the sheets.

“You’re dripping, Sandra.”

“I want to drown in it,” she sobbed. “My body was made for this. Every drop of me belongs to you.”

Sandra pulled herself up, legs shaking from her first orgasm, and straddled Andy with a grin that belonged in a porn blooper reel.

Her red hair stuck to her shoulders, sweat beading at her collarbone. Her tits swayed slightly, nipples hard, skin glowing — flushed with heat and arousal.

Andy lay beneath her, chest rising, cock slick and ready.

She reached back, gripped him at the base, and teased the tip along her folds — still soaked, still twitching.

“Look at your work,” she whispered, dragging him through her slit. “You made me this.”

He groaned.

“Every inch of this body is yours now. The hair, the skin, the tits, the cunt.”

She slowly sat down — inch by inch — his cock stretching her open again, both of them moaning in unison as he disappeared into her.

“Fuck yes…”

She began to ride.

Slow at first — letting him feel every motion, every squeeze of her upgraded walls around him.

Her hands slid up her own body, cupping her tits, squeezing them, showing off as she bounced.

Andy watched — hypnotized.

“You look like a fucking pornstar,” he muttered.

She smiled wider, riding him harder now.

“Better,” she gasped. “Pornstars get paid. I do this for love. For cock. For cum.”

Her pace increased — thighs slapping against his, her pussy swallowing him whole with every thrust.

“Fuck, Andy—this new pussy’s greedy,” she moaned. “It doesn’t want to let you go.”

“You ride like you’ve been training for this your whole life.”

“Because I was. You just didn’t know it.”

She leaned down, bracing her hands on his chest, her tits swinging in his face.

“Tell me how I look, baby.”

“Like you were born for cock,” Andy growled. “Like every other version of you was just a warmup for this one.”

She came again — loud and soaking — her thighs shaking, her juices flooding down his shaft.

She didn’t stop.

“Keep it up, slut,” he snarled. “Next we stretch that tight little ass.”

She licked sweat off his chest and whispered:

“Then get the toy. I want to feel full everywhere.”

Sandra was still grinding on him, hips rolling in slow, dripping waves, her body slick and radiant like sex come to life.

Andy reached to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer.

She watched — knowing.

He held up the chrome-plated plug, curved just enough, glinting under the light.

Sandra bit her lip.

“Yes.”

Andy smirked.

“That didn’t take much convincing.”

She sat up, still impaled on his cock, and arched her back.

“Stretch me,” she breathed. “I want to feel full everywhere. My new ass deserves attention too.”

He spat in his palm, slicked the toy, and ran two fingers along her tight rim. Her whole body shuddered as she lowered herself slightly — cock still deep inside her, ass clenching with anticipation.

“Fuck, it’s still tight.”

“Then ruin it,” she whispered. “Make it a hole you crave.”

He circled her entrance, pressing the toy in slowly.

Her breath hitched.

“Ohhhh fuck—yes, yes—keep going—”

It slid in inch by inch, until the base nestled perfectly between her cheeks.

She clenched around both the cock inside her pussy and the plug in her ass.

“Jesus,” Andy groaned. “You’re stuffed.”

She looked down at him, sweat dripping off her lips.

“I want to be used like a doll. Plug me. Fill me. Fuck me until I forget who I was.”

She rocked her hips again, the toy moving with every motion, teasing her insides.

Her fingers slipped between her thighs, rubbing her clit.

“I can’t believe this body used to lecture college students,” she moaned. “Now I lecture your cock and thank it for the punishment.”

Andy grabbed her hips, holding her down, thrusting up into her hard.

“I’m gonna need CumMaxx for what I want to do to you next.”

She laughed breathlessly, then kissed him hard, messy and wild.

“Good,” she whispered. “Because I want your cock to break me.”

Andy popped the CumMaxx pill and washed it down with a sip of water, eyes never leaving her face.

Sandra was still mounted on him, the toy nestled deep in her ass, her pussy clenching around his cock like it was addicted.

He ran his hands up her sides — sweaty, toned, slick — and grabbed her tits hard.

“You’re so fucking perfect now,” he growled. “Tighter, softer, filthier.”

“Keep going,” she gasped. “Break me in. Break me down.”

His hips started thrusting upward, slow and firm, building momentum with every second the CumMaxx kicked in.

Her head rolled back.

“Oh fuck—Andy—yes—yes—fill me—!”

He grabbed her throat, lightly **** her as he pushed deep.

Then he leaned in close, his voice low, dark, cruel.

“You think your interns would still call you Ma’am if they saw this?”

Sandra’s eyes widened.

“Fuck…”

He thrust hard.

“Imagine one of those shy little boys seeing you bouncing like this — tits out, holes stuffed, begging for cock like you’re auditioning for a gangbang.”

Her pussy clenched.

“Would Samir still offer to carry your laptop?” Andy growled. “Or would he drop to his knees and beg to cum on your face?”

Sandra moaned.

“He’d jerk off under the table,” she panted. “He’d forget his fucking thesis.”

Andy slapped her tit, then her ass, his cock pistoning harder now.

“And what about Arjun? He’d probably cry. Cry and cum watching his teacher get stuffed in both holes.”

She was losing it — babbling, laughing, **** on arousal.

“Fuck, yes! They wouldn’t call me Ma’am anymore…”

“Say it.”

“They’d call me their fucktoy!” she screamed. “They’d call me Dr.Slut! Their whore! Their weekend cumdump!”

Andy yanked the toy from her ass — slick, wet — and replaced it with his thumb, working it as he railed her pussy.

She came again — loud, messy, gasping.

“{HUSBAND}—OH FUCK—I’M CUMMING—USE ME—FILL ME—FEED ME!”

“Who owns you, Sandra?”

“You do!”

“Who made you this filthy?”

“You did! You fucking did! Your cock! Your cum! Your words!”

Andy’s cock slammed into her again and again, wet and brutal, while his thumb worked her ass like a trigger.

Sandra was screaming.

No pretense. No shame.

Just wild, beautiful filth pouring from her mouth as her eyes rolled and her tits bounced from the **** of every thrust.

“YES—FUCK ME—RUIN ME—I want it in both holes—fill me—feed me—wreck your wife!”

He growled, pulled out, flipped her like a rag doll — face down, ass high — and shoved into her pussy from behind in one brutal motion.

Her scream was raw and delicious.

Then he spat on her ass, slicked the head of his cock, and pushed the toy back in — hard — stretching her wide again as he slammed into her cunt.

She was stuffed.

Every hole used.

And she loved it.

“Fuck, Sandra—tight—greedy—your cunt’s sucking me in—”

“Because it needs you,” she sobbed. “My pussy needs to be filled. My ass needs to be stretched. I’m not a wife anymore—I’m your cum dump!”

His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise as he snarled:

“You’re getting both loads, slut.”

He slammed in once—twice—then roared.

Hot cum flooded her pussy first — thick, pulsing, endless.

She came as he did — body shaking, legs collapsing, her own juices squirting around him, coating her thighs.

Then he pulled out, cock still hard, glistening.

She turned, still gasping, and begged.

“In my ass. Please. I want to feel it there too.”

Andy didn’t hesitate.

He lined up to her already stretched hole and thrust in — slow and deep — his cock now coated in the mess from her pussy.

She howled.

“YES! FUCK! Fill my ass! Breed both holes!”

He rammed in hard — once, twice — then came again, harder than before, the CumMaxx dragging every drop from him as he emptied into her ass.

Both holes now oozing.

Used.

Marked.

Owned.

Sandra collapsed onto her back, legs open, cunt and ass leaking thick white trails.

She dipped two fingers into her pussy — pulled them out soaked — and sucked them clean with a loud, obscene moan.

Then reached back, scooped a glob from her ass, and smeared it across her tits like lotion.

Her eyes met Andy’s.

“You made this body to be ruined,” she whispered. “And now I wear your cum like it’s fucking war paint.”

She dragged her fingers between her thighs again — another creamy handful — and licked it like frosting.

“This is what I was always meant for.”

Andy dropped beside her, panting, cock twitching.

She curled against him, skin sticky, smeared, glowing.

“Do you like your creation?” she whispered.

He kissed her shoulder.

“I worship it.”

They didn’t stop after the double creampie.

Not even close.

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Midday:

Andy fucked her face while she was still leaking from both holes, watching her suck him clean, then beg for more.

She jerked herself off while gagging on his cock, mumbling,

“I don’t want to be clean… I want to be claimed.”

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Afternoon:

He tied her wrists, bent her over the couch, and took her with one hand gripping her red hair, the other slapping her ass with every thrust.

Sandra came over and over, her pussy drooling between her thighs, whispering her own name like it was a porn category:

“Sandra the Slut. Sandra the Fuckdoll. Sandra the Cock-Sleeve.”

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Evening:

They dragged a blanket to the floor.

Laid down towels.

Opened the toy drawer.

Took more CumMaxx.

Her body never stopped twitching.

Her tits were red from sucking and slapping.

Her holes were puffy and used.

Her voice hoarse from moaning out:

“Harder.”

“Deeper.”

“Fucking wreck me again.”

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Midnight:

Sandra lay flat on her back — arms above her head, legs spread wide, ass slightly lifted by a pillow — as Andy pumped his seventh load across her tits, face, and thighs.

She didn’t move.

Just moaned softly.

Then smiled.

“Do you even remember what we were supposed to do today?” she whispered.

Andy laughed, dropping beside her.

“Groceries. Laundry. Maybe a movie.”

She turned her head, cum glistening on her cheek.

“We did better.”

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