I sat up and looked at my image on the laptop. "I'm making a mess," I said. I scooped the pudding off my neck with my fingers, then licked them clean. "Guess if I'm going to eat dessert on the sofa, I should try not to get my robe all messy." I untied the belt and slid the robe off my shoulders and down my arms, exposing my breasts to the camera. I sat back in the sofa again and took another spoonful of pudding. No, you are not going to do this, you are not going to defile yourself just so this man can get his jollies...

I shoveled another large spoonful of pudding in my mouth, so quickly that some of it fell from the spoon and fell splat on my breast. I scooped it up with my fingers and licked it off, swirling my tongue around and between my fingers. "Mmmm, I can't seem to stop getting messy." I tossed the spoon over my shoulder, and it fell with a thunk behind the sofa. "I might as well not even use a spoon."

I dipped a finger into the bowl and raised it to my lips. I traced my lips lightly with the tip of my finger, spreading a small amount of pudding on them. "Did you like watching me lick your come off my lips this morning? Did it get you hot to see how much I wanted you to use my mouth?" I closed my eyes and licked my lips. "I liked tasting your sweetness on my lips." My left hand idly caressed my breast. "If I knew how much you like seeing it all over me, though, I wouldn't have been so greedy and swallowed it all."

I leaned forward and scooped up some more pudding on my finger. "And how about watching me take your cock in my mouth? Did that turn you on?" I parted my lips and wrapped them around the tip of my finger, then slowly, very slowly, slid my finger deep into my mouth. The blob of pudding leaked from the corner of my mouth and fell wetly on my breast.

I slipped my finger from my mouth, and pushed it into the glob of pudding on my breast. "This pudding is very slippery," I said. "I bet it would feel good if I spread it all over your cock." I scooped up more pudding from the bowl, using two fingers this time, and rubbed my fingers and thumb together. "It's really slippery." I ran my fingers over my nipple, and sighed as it came erect. "That feels good." I took my nipple gently between my fingers and stroked. "You like watching me do dirty things to my body, don't you, Ranbir?"

I dug four fingers into the bowl and scooped out a large helping of pudding, then opened my mouth and pushed my fingers deep inside. I scooped up more pudding and shoved my fingers into my mouth again, taking them all the way to the back of my throat. "Mgfh!" I said, a small strangled noise, and coughed slightly; pudding escaped my lips and dribbled down my chin.

I scooped more pudding on my fingers and into my mouth, filling it. Then I dug the last of the pudding out of the bowl, and set empty bowl aside. I ran my fingers over my breasts, smearing them thickly. I caressed and fondled my gooey, slippery breasts with both hands as I leaned back in the sofa with eyes closed. I replayed the morning in my mind, remembering the taste of his warm come flooding my mouth, the feel of it sliding wet and thick down my throat. I swallowed the pudding in my mouth, fantasizing that it was his come. I could almost taste it, the salty muskiness...

That rational part of my brain looked at me from its faraway place, aghast. Look at you! You really are becoming a come slut! This man used your mouth for his own pleasure, and now all you can think about is more come! He wants to make you BATHE in come, for God's sake!

A hot flush of shame took me, and with it came a dizzying, intoxicating arousal. Yes, I am, and I like it. I opened my mouth to speak.

Oh no, you are not going to say it, you are not going to give him the satisfaction, that voice in my head said, no way...

I twisted my nipples hard. "Ohhggh God!" I cried, a part of me startled by my own ferocity. I opened my eyes, panting, and stared directly at the camera. "Oh, God, I want your come! I can't stop thinking about it. Every time I close my eyes, I think about you gushing in my mouth." My face turned hot and red, shame and humiliation filling every pore of my being. "I thought about it at work this morning, and I'm thinking about it now. I am such a filthy come-guzzling slut, it's all I can think about. I want it in my mouth and on my body and dripping from every part of me, I want you to pour your come on me. Do you like that? You like seeing what you've done to me?" My hands slid, messy and slick, down my body. I drew off the belt from the robe and rose, sliding the robe off and kicking it away. "I'm going to make myself so messy for you, I'm going to show you how much I want your come."

I breathed hard, raggedly, scarcely able to believe I was saying these things. I picked up one of the tall glasses, unsteadily, and raised it to my lips as I sat back down. I tilted the glass sharply and poured the thick milky fluid into my mouth, so fast that it spilled from the corners of my mouth and flowed down my neck, coursing in little rivulets over my breasts and down my body. When my mouth was completely filled, I set down the glass and ran my hands over my body, from my neck down over my breasts, then over my belly and smooth-shaven mound. I spread my legs wide and slid my hands over my inner thighs. Then I looked directly into the unwavering gaze of the camera and slowly, deliberately, parted my lips.

The thick, creamy mixture of pudding and milk began dripping from the corners of my mouth. As my lips parted further, it spilled over my chin and down the sides of my neck. My mouth opened wider, and it flowed over my collarbone and down between my breasts. More milky goo spilled from my lips and dripped from my chin to splash on the curve of my breasts, where it joined the river flowing down my cleavage. My mouth opened a little further, and the dribble of liquid dripping from my chin became a stream, which poured over my breasts and dripped from my hardened nipples. It spread in a white tide down my stomach and ran over my mound and down between my legs, where it mingled with the wetness from my arousal dripping from my pussy.

I raised one finger to my lips and slipped the tip of my finger into my mouth. Then I ran the fingertip lightly over my chin, and down my neck. I traced a path down between my breasts, following the flow of the milky pudding, over my stomach where the liquid had pooled in my naval, and down at last between my legs. I slid the finger inside myself and sighed. "Is that what you like, Ranbir? Is that what you want me to do next time you come in my mouth? Would it turn you on to see your come dripping from between my lips?" I worked the finger inside myself and shuddered. "Would you like to watch me touch myself as your come dribbles out of my mouth? And after it's all over me, will you let me scoop it up with my fingers and swallow it, if I beg you to?" I moved my finger faster. "Please? Please let me swallow your come, Ranbir, it feels so good going down my throat! Please, I promise I'll make myself messy and let it drip all over me, just please let me swallow it when I'm done!"

My pussy twitched and contracted around my finger as the orgasm neared. No, I said silently, not yet, there's still more to do. I snatched my finger from my grasping pussy and whimpered. As the orgasm, denied, receded, the shame came pouring back, crashing over me, rooting me to the sofa. I gripped my breasts tightly, as if by hurting them I could unsay the things I'd said, and burned bright crimson. I whimpered again as my fingers dug into my breasts. I squeezed harder, focused on the sensation, trying to block everything else out, and the words came pouring out of me as if possessed of a life of their own. "I am such a filthy, desperate comewhore, I can't get enough of it. Look at how bad I need it! I want to taste it and feel it and spread it over myself and lick it up and let it come drooling out of my mouth, and I want you to make me beg for it and work for it and milk it out of you, and oh God, I'm so dirty..."

Show him, the hungry animal part of my brain said. Show him how dirty.

I released my breasts and my breath caught in my throat. I picked up the dildo from the coffee table and clumsily, hands shaking, opened the reservoir connected to the hand pump. I filled the chamber with the milky mixture from the glass, then slowly squeezed the pump until a single drop of liquid swelled on the head of the dildo. I watched it, hypnotized, then brought the head of the dildo to my lips and carefully licked it clean.

I picked up the large mixing bowl full of pudding and scooped out a large handful. I spread my legs wide, hips tilted up, and in one sudden motion thrust four fingers deep inside myself. The slippery pudding squished into me, and I cried out and bucked my hips against my fingers. Then I drew my fingers out with a wet slurp, and scooped up another handful of pudding.

I picked up the dildo and held it by the base, and began stroking and squeezing it, spreading the pudding thickly over the rubbery phallus. I moaned and whimpered as I stroked it, thinking of how Ranbir's cock had felt between my soapy fingers as I stroked him off this morning. When the dildo was completely covered in a thick coating of pudding, I leaned back further in the sofa, legs still spread wide, and set it down on my stomach.

I picked up the glass of milky pudding and lifted it high over my head with both hands. I tilted my head back and opened my mouth as widely as I could, and poured a stream of liquid from the glass. It spilled out unevenly, and splattered over my breasts and chin and cheek before I finally hit my mouth. I kept pouring steadily until it filled my mouth and overflowed, coursing down my neck and over my shoulders.

Finally, I stopped, and carefully closed my mouth, trying not to spill any of the sweet gooey mixture. I put the glass down, and scooped an enormous handful of pudding from the bowl.