Sarah's cum fetish

I picked up my phone and text Alan and James and told them about my new second girlfriend in training, I explained what we are doing with as she has not had a great sex life and we've been turning her into a slut, I explained that I wanted her to drink their spunk out of a glass like me and Laura have as part of her training, I asked if they could come tonight at 7pm, fill her holes and watch her drink it. They both said yes, obviously , they never turn turn a good fuck.

I found Sarah on the sofa, wrapped in one of my robes, a glass of water in her hand. The late night sun caught her ginger hair, making it glow. She looked peaceful, content, her legs tucked beneath her on the wicker chair.

I settled into the chair beside her, my own glass of wine in hand. "You okay?"

She shook her head, a slow, dreamy smile spreading across her face. "No. I'm perfect. I'm more than perfect."

I watched her, the way her eyes drifted half-closed, the way her fingers absently traced the rim of her glass. "You seem different . More... settled."

She was quiet for a long moment, her smile fading into something more thoughtful. "I've been thinking a lot. About what I want. About what I *need*."

"And what did you figure out?"

She turned to face me fully, her green eyes meeting mine with a directness that was still new, still growing. "I crave it, Carrie. All of it. The cock. The cum. The feeling of being filled and used and emptied." She laughed, a soft, self-aware sound. "I wake up thinking about it. I go to sleep dreaming about it."

I reached out, my hand covering hers. "That's not a bad thing."

"I know." She squeezed my fingers. "That's what I'm realizing. It's not shameful. It's who I am now. Who I've always been, underneath all the years of trying to be proper and good." She looked down at our joined hands. "I love it. I love the weight of a cock in my mouth. I love the taste of spunk on my tongue. I love the feeling of it sliding down my throat, hot and thick, knowing it came from inside a man who was using me."

Her voice dropped, intimate, confessional.

"I love being on my knees. I love being told what to do. I love the ache afterward, the soreness, the way I can feel them in me for hours." She looked up at me, her eyes bright with a fierce, unapologetic hunger. "I want more. I want to be passed around. I want to be a cumdump for you and Carl and whoever else you think deserves me. I want to lose count of how many loads I've swallowed in a day."

I stroked her cheek, my thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped. "You've come so far, Sarah."

"Because of you." She turned her head, kissing my palm. "You showed me what I could be. You didn't judge me. You just... opened the door and let me walk through."

"And look at you now."

She laughed, wiping her eyes. "Look at me now. Craving cock and spunk like a fucking addict. And loving every second of it."

I leaned in, kissing her softly, tasting the lingering salt on her lips. "Good. Because I have plans for you tonight. I have a couple of my fuck buddies coming over to fuck you."

Her breath caught, her pupils dilating. "Oh nice, what are they like."

"Well you crave spunk and these two are huge, heavy cummers." I smiled against her mouth. "What they are going to do is fuck both your pussy and ass, fill them to bursting, you're going to push the cum into a glass and drink it."

She pulled back, her smile turning wicked, hungry, radiant.

"Fuck, that sounds fucking slutty, can't wait."

7pm arrived with a knock at the door. Sarah was still dressed in my robe, the fabric light enough to hint at the curves beneath. No bra. No panties.

I opened the door.

Alan and James filled the frame. They were exactly as I remembered—massive, broad, with hands that could palm a basketball and cocks that could make a woman weep. Alan, shaved head and dark beard, his body a wall of muscle. James, sandy-haired and deceptively boyish, his grin wolfish and knowing.

"Carrie," Alan rumbled, stepping in to kiss my cheek. "Always a pleasure."

"Alan. James." I stepped back, letting them in. "Sarah's been looking forward to you guys"

James's eyes found her immediately. She stood in the middle of the living room, her hands clasped behind her back, her chin lifted. She looked calm. She looked ready.

"Sarah," James said, his voice dropping.

"You are gorgeous" Alan corrected, his gaze traveling over her body with open hunger.

Carl emerged from the hallway, clapping James on the shoulder. "Gentlemen. Welcome. Drinks?"

"Later," Alan said, not taking his eyes off Sarah. "We've got a prior engagement."

Sarah laughed, a low, confident sound. "Impatient?"

"Eager," James corrected, stepping closer to her. He reached out, his fingers brushing the fold of her robe. "You look good enough to eat."

"Then eat."

The words hung in the air, bold and inviting. Alan and James exchanged a glance, a silent communication. Then Alan moved behind her, his large hands settling on her shoulders, while James stood before her, his fingers tracing the neckline of her dress.

We settled on the couch as Alan and James led Sarah to the center of the room. James pulled the robe down, baring her shoulder, then the other. The robe pooled at her feet, leaving her naked and unashamed.

"Look at you," Alan breathed, his hands cupping her breasts from behind. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect."

Sarah arched into his touch, her head falling back against his chest. "Use me," she said, her voice a purr.

James dropped to his knees before her, his hands spreading her thighs.

He buried his face between her legs, and Sarah's moan was immediate, loud, unguarded. Her hands flew to his sandy hair, gripping, guiding. Alan's hands continued to work her breasts, pinching her nipples, rolling them between his thick fingers.

I watched from the couch, my hand resting on Carl's thigh, feeling him harden beneath my touch. "She's so beautiful like this," I murmured.

"She's your masterpiece," Carl agreed, his voice rough. "You made her."

James ate her with a focused, relentless hunger, his tongue working her clit, his fingers sliding inside her. Sarah's moans grew louder, more ****, her hips grinding against his face.

"I'm going to come," she gasped. "I'm going to—"

"Not yet," Alan commanded, his voice a low rumble against her ear. He pulled James away, and Sarah whimpered at the loss. "We've got all night, sweetheart. No rushing."

Sarah panted, her chest heaving, her eyes wild. "Then fuck me. Please. I need to be filled."

Both Alan and James undressed. Alan didn't need to be asked twice. He lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist, and carried her to the large armchair by the window. He sat, positioning her on top of him, her back to his chest. James followed, standing in front of the chair.

"Open your mouth," James said, his cock already hard, already slick with anticipation.

Sarah obeyed, her lips parting, her tongue extending. James guided himself into her mouth, and she took him deep, her throat working around him. At the same moment, Alan's hands guided her hips downward, impaling her on his massive shaft.

She cried out around James's cock, her body shuddering at being impaled. But she didn't stop. She kept sucking, kept riding, her body moving between them with a practiced, eager rhythm.

I watched, my hand sliding between my own thighs. Carl's arm wrapped around me, pulling me closer, his lips finding my ear.

"You're going to come just watching her, aren't you?"

"Yes," I breathed, my fingers circling my clit. "God, yes."

They fucked her in that chair for what felt like an hour. Alan thrust up into her from below, his hands gripping her hips, while James fucked her face with deep, measured strokes. She was a conduit, a vessel, a perfect, willing receptacle.

When Alan finally felt the familiar tightening in his balls, he slowed his rhythm, his breath coming in heavy grunts. "James. Get the glass. "

James pulled out of Sarah's mouth with a wet pop and reached for the side table where Carl had placed a clear, empty glass. He handed it to Alan.

"On your hands and knees, sweetheart," Alan commanded, lifting her off his lap.

Sarah complied immediately, turning onto all fours on the rug, her ass in the air, her pussy glistening and gaping from his use. Alan positioned himself behind her, the glass in one hand. He drove into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and came with a guttural roar. His release flooded her pussy in thick, pulsing waves, filling her completely. But instead of pulling out, he held himself inside her, savoring the moment, the glass ready in his hand. After a minute or two, he held the glass to her pussy, and slowly pulled out, ready to catch his deposit

"Push it out for me," he growled, his free hand gripping her hip. "Give me every drop."

Sarah's body clenched, and she bore down, her muscles contracting. The first trickle of cum seeped out, sliding into the glass. Then more, a steady stream of warm, white fluid, flowing from her well-used hole into the waiting vessel.

"Good girl," Alan grunted, the glass half full of creamy white spunk. He pulled back, holding the glass up, admiring his contribution. He handed the glass to James and moved to Sarah head and shoved his cock in her mouth, ensuring he was clean and empty of any remnants of spunk.

James took his place behind Sarah. She was still on all fours, trembling, her pussy dripping with Alan's cum. James didn't enter her pussy. He positioned himself at her other hole, her ass, he grabbed the tube of lube, applying some to her ass and cock.

"Ready for round two?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

"Yes," Sarah gasped. "Please."

He pushed into her ass in one smooth, deep stroke. Sarah cried out, her fingers curling into the rug. James fucked her with long, deliberate thrusts, his hands gripping her hips, his eyes fixed on the place where they joined. He lasted longer than Alan, his stamina honed from years of construction work and countless nights like this. He fucked her ass with a methodical, punishing rhythm, building toward his peak with relentless patience. When he finally felt the surge, he pulled out of her ass and quickly repositioned himself at her pussy. He shoved the glass beneath her, holding it against her dripping lips, and drove into her cum-filled cunt with three hard, fast strokes.

On the third, he came.

His release mixed with Alan's, a fresh flood of hot seed pumping into her already overflowing pussy. He kept thrusting, shallow and slow, milking his orgasm, feeling his cum mix with Alan's inside her.

When he was spent, he pulled out, and the glass caught the immediate overflow. A thick, creamy stream of mixed cum poured from Sarah's gaping hole, filling the glass to almost full.

"Push it all out," James instructed, his voice rough.

Sarah obeyed, her muscles clenching and releasing, pushing out every last drop of their combined seed. The glass now completely filled with a warm, milky offering, still carrying the heat of their bodies.

James took the glass, holding it up to the light. The contents swirled, thick and pearlescent, a testament to their efforts.

Sarah was still on her hands and knees sucking Alan's slightly limp cock, her body trembling, her skin slick with sweat. James pulled her up and handed her the glass, She looked up at the glass, then at James, then at Alan. A slow, eager smile spread across her face.

She took the glass in both hands. "Fuck, that's a lot of cum", licking her lips.

Without hesitation, without a single moment of doubt, she brought it to her lips. She tilted it back and drank.

The first gulp was loud in the quiet room, a ****, swallowing sound. She didn't sip. She gulped, her throat working, the thick liquid sliding down her throat in long, greedy draughts. Some of it spilled from the corners of her mouth, trickling down her chin, dripping onto her breasts. She didn't care. She kept drinking, her eyes half-closed, a moan of pure satisfaction vibrating in her chest.

She finished the glass in under ten seconds.

When she lowered it, her lips were white with residue, her chin glistening. She licked the rim clean, then her lips, then her fingers, savoring every last trace.

She looked up at me, her green eyes bright, her smile radiant.

Rising from the couch and crossing to her. I knelt beside her, cupping her face, kissing her deeply. I could taste them on her tongue—Alan and James, mixed with her own essence.

"That was so hot" I whispered against her lips. "You're beautiful."

She leaned into me, her body warm and spent. "I told you. I want all of it."

Carl stood, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He raised it in a toast. "To my wife. The architect of the perfect weekend."

Alan and James laughed, settling onto the couch, their work done for the moment. Sarah curled into my lap, still naked, still sticky, still glowing.

After a little chit chat and banter, Alan and James stood up and got dressed. Alan's hand found mine first, his grip warm and sincere. "Carrie, you always know how to put together a masterpiece. Thank you for inviting us." He turned to Carl, clasping his hand. "Carl, you've got a hell of a woman and a hell of a setup. We're grateful." Then his eyes found Sarah, still naked , her skin marked with the evidence of their work. He knelt beside her, cupping her face with surprising gentleness. "And you, sweetheart. You were something else. That glass, the way you drank us down without flinching, it was a sight to see" James leaned in, kissing her forehead. "If you ever want another round, you know where to find us. Anytime. Anywhere." Sarah beamed up at them, her voice soft and sincere. "Thank you guys" They nodded, shared a final look of satisfaction, and slipped out the door, leaving the three of us in the warm, sated silence of the evening.