Casually Cumming On Catherine

Catherine was a striking 32-year-old woman, with long, lustrous locks of dark hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with an inner fire that belied her fierce independence and unyielding determination. Standing tall and slender, she had a toned, athletic body that was the envy of many, although she thought of herself as quite average looking. Catherine took pride in her appearance, always impeccably dressed and never showing off skin unnecessarily, with a confident and poised demeanor that commanded attention.

Catherine had worked hard to get where she was, with a degree in business from a prestigious college and a Master of Science in material sciences and engineering that had earned her a well-paying job at a successful company. Her goal was to save up her money from the corporate world and eventually teach at a university. She had a loving and supportive husband, David, who adored her and treated her like a queen. Catherine had always been a bit of a romantic, yearning for her soulmate, and when she met David, she knew that he was the one for her.

It was just another ordinary day for Catherine when she woke up in her cozy bedroom. She turned over and saw that her husband had already gone to work. She stretched and got out of bed, ready to start her day. As she made her way to the kitchen to fix breakfast, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of unease.

As she opened the fridge to grab some eggs, she was suddenly interrupted by a loud thud. She turned around to see a man standing in front of her with his penis in his hand. He was very clearly masturbating, and all with a neutral look on his face that reminded Catherine of someone reading a newspaper.

"What the hell are you doing?" Catherine asked, completely taken aback.

The man just looked at her with confusion, but he did not take his hand off his dick. "What do you mean?"

Catherine was horrified. She couldn't believe what was happening. But then, as if she had been issued a silent command, Catherine felt forced to sit down on her kitchen chair. She proceeded to stare at the unknown man's cock, even though she had no desire to. Seconds later, he came on her, shooting an inhuman amount of semen on her face. She was covered in sticky, white goo and the man was just standing there with a satisfied grin on his face.

"This is disgusting!" Catherine protested, suddenly able to speak again as she tried to wipe the semen out of her hair and off her face. "Why would you do this to me?"

But to Catherine's surprise, the man just chuckled and walked away as if nothing had happened. Catherine was in shock, but she knew she didn't want this. She wanted to call the police. She wanted to call her husband. She wanted to scrub her skin raw. She couldn't believe someone would treat her this way.

Instead, Catherine found herself standing there, feeling violated and confused, but knowing that none of those were options. She started getting ready for work.

--

Catherine only lived a half-mile from her office, so her normal routine was walking to work and grabbing a coffee along the way. Despite all her internal struggles to the contrary, she left her home. Catherine walked down the street in her favorite pair of high heels. Cum was still visible on her hair and face from the first man's breakfast appearance. Despite her looking ridiculous, no one seemed to notice her condition.

Against her will, Catherine walked into her normal coffee shop, feeling embarrassed and self-conscious about the cum smeared all over her. She had hoped to grab a quick cup of coffee before heading to work, but as she approached the counter, the male barista asked her with a straight face, "Would you like your usual coffee with cum?"

Catherine's mouth fell open in shock. She wanted to scream an emphatic no and demand to speak to his manager, but the words seemed stuck in her throat. She found herself nodding and stuttering out a barely coherent, "Y-Yes. I mean, I guess so. I don't know."

The barista shrugged and reached for a medium cup with one hand, while unzipping his pants with the other. Catherine watched in horror as he gave his medium-sized cock a few pumps and immediately shot out thick, white cum into her coffee cup. She could only stare in disbelief as he put the cup down on the counter. It was now filled to about one-fifth of its capacity with his cum. He filled the rest of the cup with coffee, put his penis back in his pants, and moved to the next customer like it was any other day.

No one in the store batted an eye.

She took the cup with shaking hands and walked out of the coffee shop, wondering if she was going crazy. And even though the mixture of semen and coffee disgusted her, she could not even move towards a garbage can as she continued on her walk to work.

As she approached her office building, she heard someone call out her name. She turned to see a man walking towards her. "Hey, Catherine," he called out. "I just figured I'd help you out."

Catherine's heart sank as she realized what was about to happen. She opened her mouth to protest, but the words wouldn't come out. She watched in horror as the man got down on his knees, fished his cock out of his pants, and jerked off onto her $500 designer heels. She could not bear to look as it happened, but she could feel his cum on the insole of the shoes.

She stood there, frozen, as the man walked away, a satisfied look on his face. She knew she should say something, do something, but her body wouldn't move. She was stuck there, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, with dried cum on her face and wearing ruined shoes.

Finally, her brain forced her to move. Catherine walked towards her office, her heels squishing with each step as the cum seeped through her shoes. She had tried to scrape off as much as she could before entering the building, but there was still a noticeable trail behind her.

When she finally sat down at her desk, she couldn't shake the feeling that she needed to drink the cum coffee that was sitting on her desk. She knew it would be gross, but she found herself picking up the cup and taking a long sip. The thick liquid filled her mouth and she gagged, barely managing to swallow it down. She couldn't believe she had just willingly consumed cum. This reaction ran through her head over and over again as she finished her morning coffee.

--

Catherine sat at her desk, desperately trying to focus on the conference presentation she was scheduled to give the next day. But her concentration was shattered by the sound of her office door creaking open. When she looked up, she saw Dan, her co-worker, approaching her with his erect, tiny penis already out of his pants.

"Hey Catherine, just thought I'd stop by and give you a little pick-me-up," Dan said with a lewd grin, as he approached her while stroking his cock. In no time, Catherine was covered in his cum.

Catherine let out a deep sigh as she felt the cum dripping down her face and onto her desk. It had been happening all day long. Every 15 minutes, a new work colleague would enter her office and cum on her. Catherine had lost track of how many times it had happened, but it seemed like everyone in the office was taking turns.

Catherine tried to wipe the cum off her face and clothing, but it was like trying to clean up a never-ending stream of filth without being allowed the use of soap or a towel. It was everywhere. She couldn't even see her computer screen through the thick, white substance.

"Thanks, Dan. That was really...nice of you," Catherine said involuntarily, trying to keep the disgust out of her voice.

Dan chuckled and patted her on the back. "No problem. Just trying to make your day a little more enjoyable."

At first, Catherine had tried to protest, but the words seemed to get stuck in her throat. She found herself powerless to resist as the men casually chatted with her about work-related matters, seemingly unaware of the absurdity of their actions. Others spoke about their weekend activities with their wives and kids as they furiously masturbated inches from some random part of her body.

As the day had worn on, Catherine had become more and more defeated. She could feel the cum-soaked clothes sticking to her skin, the thick white goo seeping into every crevice of her body. Her hair was matted and tangled. All she wanted was for it to stop.

By the time the workday was over, Catherine was a sticky, cum-soaked mess. She walked home feeling humiliated and degraded, wondering if this would ever end. The thought of going back to work the next day made her feel sick to her stomach. Catherine was mentally drained, and the constant sexual harassment had taken a severe toll on her psyche.

--

Back at home, Catherine sat on the edge of her bed, tears streaming down her face as she tried to make sense of the surreal events of the day. She was covered in cum, a constant reminder of the violation she had endured. Her body had thus far permitted her to use the toilet, but she was still incapable of cleaning her body otherwise. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her, that so many men felt entitled to her body without her consent. It was like the whole world was conspiring against her, and she didn't know how to fight back.

She reached for her phone and dialed her mom's number, hoping that the one person who had always been there for her would have some answers.

"Hi, Mom," Catherine sniffled, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Catherine, honey, what's wrong?" her mom asked, her tone perky and cheerful.

Catherine took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. "It's just been a really weird day," she said, her voice shaking. "I woke up and everyone was acting like it was completely normal for men to..." She paused, thinking that what came next would almost cause her mother to have a heart attack. "...Cum on me. And it's not just one or two guys, it's like everyone I meet is doing it!"

"Oh, honey," her mom said with a sigh. "That's just how it is. People have been doing that to you since your 18th birthday. How do you not remember? When you graduated, every guy in the school jacked off on you as they were being presented with their diplomas."

Catherine was shocked. How could her Christian, god-fearing mother be so callous about something so obscene? "But Mom, it's not okay. I don't want this. I never asked for this," Catherine said, her voice rising in frustration.

"I don't understand why you're upset, dear. It's just a little bit of cum," her mom said, her voice still perky. "Maybe you just need to relax and let it happen. You'll get used to it eventually."

Catherine was speechless. She couldn't believe her mother was telling her to accept her own violation. This was the same woman who took five years to even begin dating after her father died, and even then, Catherine suspected her mom hadn't slept with her stepfather until the wedding night. She tried to explain her feelings, but her mom just didn't seem to want to understand. It was like Catherine was talking to a brick wall.

"Of course, honey," her mom said, her voice dripping with saccharine. "I know just the thing to lift your spirits. I'll ask your stepdad and the fellas from church to fill up a jar with their jizz at tonight's potluck. Remember old man Johnson? He works at the post office, so he can send it in the morning. In less than 72 hours, you'll be drinking and dousing yourself with cum that will remind you of home."

Catherine felt sick to her stomach, but her body refused to react. "Mom, please don't do that," she managed to stammer.

"Don't be silly, Catherine," her mom replied. "Maybe I'm biased, but your stepfather makes the best cum in the county. Of course, I've never tasted it--God, that would be disgusting, I don't even like to let him ejaculate on my stomach when we make whoopie--but you used to rave about it before you went off to college. It's an honor to have it."

"But Mom, I don't want it. I don't want any more cum. And definitely not Ron's cum!" Catherine protested, referring to her stepfather. To say the least, she was feeling frustrated and helpless.

"What are you talking about, dear? You love cum," her mom replied, sounding confused.

"No, Mom. I don't. I've never liked it. And I don't like people cumming on me," Catherine tried to explain, but her words seemed to fall on deaf ears. "Mom, how would you like it if men just started whipping out their dicks and cumming on you?"

There was silence on the line.

"Catherine Cumslut McGee!" her mother yelled. Before Catherine could even process that her middle name was apparently not Rose anymore, her mother continued. "Do not speak of such filth. I am a proper woman and you know that. And besides, even the most loathsome of women have the right to self-security and self-respect. No woman should be ejaculated on against her will."

Catherine started to protest -- what her mother described as terrible was exactly what was happening to her! But after just a couple words, Catherine knew it was futile. She sheepishly apologized.

"It's okay honey, Just remember, it's just a little bit of cum. Maybe you just need to get some sleep," her mom said, still not understanding. "Tell David I said hi," referring to her son-in-law and Catherine's husband.

Catherine sighed, feeling defeated. She knew it was pointless to try and explain it to her mom. In this alternate universe, cum was just a normal part of life, and no one saw anything wrong with it.

"Okay, dear. I'll let you go. But I'll send the cum your way as fast as I can. I'm sure it will cheer you up," her mom said. "Love you."

With no emotion in her voice, Catherine responded in turn and hung up the phone, more alone and isolated than ever before. How was she going to survive in this cum-filled world?

--

Minutes later, Catherine stood outside her bathroom, staring at the door. After a long and terrifying day, all she wanted to do was clean herself. She had been forced to endure the sick and twisted reality of a world where cum was a normal and acceptable part of daily life. But now, as she stood in front of her bathroom door, she realized something. For the first time since that man had cum on her this morning, she felt as if she could take a shower.

Her heart raced with anticipation as she turned the handle and pushed the door open. The bathroom was just as she hoped, with its clean and sterile surfaces and the familiar scent of her own shampoo. But what caught her eye was the shower, gleaming and beckoning her like a beacon of hope.

She quickly undressed, her skin feeling sticky and heavy with the weight of the cum that clung to her. She turned on the water and waited for it to warm up before stepping under the spray. The water cascaded down her body, washing away the sticky mess that had clung to her skin. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh of relief. It was the first time in what felt like an eternity that she was able to clean herself.

As she scrubbed her skin, Catherine started to convince herself that this was all just a bad dream. Maybe she would wake up any moment and find herself back in her own bed, surrounded by her familiar life.

But as she opened her eyes and looked down at the drain, seeing the white fluids swirling down, she knew that wasn't the case. This was real. This was happening.

But it had to stop at some point. Right?

--

Minutes later, Catherine was still wrapped in her towel when she heard her door open. At first, she was startled, expecting a rerun of her day-long ordeal, but then she heard her loving husband David call out her name. She knew that so long as David was here, nothing bad would happen.

Catherine was greeted with a sight that dashed all her hopes. Her husband, David, was standing in front of her with his erect penis in one hand and a dozen roses in the other.

"My queen," David said, grinning from ear to ear. "Guess what? I learned today that I can cum as much as I want!"

Catherine was horrified. What was he talking about? And how could her husband think that it was okay to greet her like this? Unless -- ohh no, not him too! She tried to back away, but David just stepped forward and grabbed her arm, pulling her close to him.

Catherine wanted to run, but she found she could do nothing but stand still as her husband ripped off her towel and began to stare at her naked body. Just like all the other men today, though, David did not grope her or try to fuck her.

"Ohh, my beautiful wife, I love you so much. I'm so glad I get to share this with you. This is going to be one of the most romantic nights of your life," he whispered in her ear.

Inside her brain, Catherine tried to muster the mental and physical strength to break free from his hold, but whatever force was screwing with her was too strong. He gently brought her body down to the ground in the living room.

Catherine tried to communicate with her rapidly blinking, but David just laughed and said plainly, "Ohh, you're so silly. You're just nervous like you were on our wedding day." From his back pocket, David suddenly took out a pair of handcuffs and locked up both her hands on the side of Catherine's favorite sofa. It had been among the first 'luxury' items she bought when she got her corporate job. David immediately went back to stroking his dick, now just inches from his wife's face. He was giving her the same lovelorn look he gave her on the day they were married.

Suddenly, the sound of a camera clicking filled the room. Catherine looked up to see a man standing in the doorway, taking pictures of the scene unfolding in front of him. It was at that moment Catherine, now firmly handcuffed, regained her ability to speak and attempt to move.

"What the hell is going on here?" Catherine yelled, struggling against the handcuffs.

"This is my friend, Bob," David said, gesturing to the man with the camera. "He's just taking some pictures to document our love."

Catherine was sickened. How could David be so callous about what he was doing to her? She continued to struggle against the handcuffs, but it was no use. David was in control.

"Relax, babe," David said, as he continued to touch her. "Just enjoy it. You know you want to."

And with that, David started cumming on her formerly freshly showered body. Catherine instinctively shook her head, which didn't stop David from cumming on her, but did cause some cum to fly from her face and onto her expensive sofa. More and more people arrived at the house, drawn by David's claims that he could produce unlimited amounts of cum. They watched as he continued to cum on Catherine, laughing and taking pictures as they did. Every man, including those standing next to their girlfriends and wives, also joined in and ejaculated at least once on Catherine.

Catherine was in a state of shock. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her. She tried to plead with David and the others to stop, but they just continued to take pictures and talk about how beautiful it is to see true love in action.

Suddenly, Catherine heard another set of footsteps and a team from the top-rated local news station entered the room. Catherine felt her heart drop as she realized that her husband was inviting even more people to witness and document his abusive behavior.

"Come on in, news team! I want to share this special moment with the world!" her husband exclaimed.

Catherine tried to protest and explain the dangers and inappropriateness of her husband's actions, but no one seemed to listen or understand. They just laughed and continued to watch as her husband and their guests found new areas of her body to cum on.

--

Later that night, Catherine sat on her cum-covered couch, unable to move. She could feel the sticky fluid between her fingers and all over her body. The mere thought of what had happened earlier made her feel sick to her stomach.