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The Situation.

It happened a few years ago, the world had been getting stranger by the day. Could it be do to more and more people learning and using occult chaos magick? Our lady Eris must sure be grinning with this most6 resent, most bizzare, and more exciting change to have befallen planet Earth. Some sort of random sexual virus came into the world. It sprang up randomly and without rhyme nor reason with whom contracted it. Those whom did were very secretive about it lest people findout and begin using that knowledge to their advantage. Once caught the person would need to develop a safe, reliable, discrete way to deal with it otherwise they would quickly lose control and all inhabitions and regret immediately what they had Jone to relieve their situation. It could quickly rearange your life losing those close to you, hating yourself, and potantially suicide. It was a life long battle at this point.Still the world was without a cure, well no long-lasting cure. As blood is to a vampire, these cumcravers would need to ingest semen at least once a day, and eventually as it develops once just isn't enough. As dope is to a junkie. If a craver misses a feeding, soon they start to go through withdrawals and if the hunger can't be satiated within 1-3 hours, they become almost rabid, their heart begins to race, eyes dialate, the sweats begin, thoughts become completely irrational as all they can think about is the hunger and the need to ingest semen anyway possible. They may strip naked, masturbate in public, asking any person they see for help. It affected the wealthy the same as it did the poor. Something had to be Jone and quick. Family images around the world were at stake.

Recently they had put together a select team of scientists in every city where clinics would be set up and men would be vetted for cleanliness, penis health, their ability to shoot vouminous amounts of ejaculate and quickness with the ability to replenish it. Psychological evaluations and those whom passed were given a badge that allowed them to offer their service to any of the addicts.

The Descent.

Here is one such tale of a woman just learning she has contracted the virus. She had normal sexual urges like most but recently her mind had become obsessed with sucking cock and imagining thick, creamy, loads of warm cum filling her mouth and immediately becoming filled with pure ecstacy. She had sucked cock before and had swallowed but she never was one who loved to swallow she usually just did it out of wanting to please the man, or so as not to make a mess. This was different, like some entity had got inside of her and began to rewrite her sexual turnons code. Then the previous night when the feelings became so intense that she walked into the closest bar and grabbing the hand of the first man to talk to her, led him to the bathroom and immediately sucked him until he came. As soon as the cum started flowing into her mouth, her body absorbed the message and her mind began to clear, her body relaxed, and she felt for the first Jime all week like she used to normally. Then the shame and embarassment of her actions took over, and she sprung up and left without even saying goodbye or even letting him know her name. She hoped knowbody she knew noticed or when the guy inevitably began telling everyone about what happened, no one would be able to put her face to the story. Once out side of the bare she ran home quickly as tears began streaming from her eyes. That night she made an appointment to see her doctor immediately the following morning.

The Results.

“You’re fortunate that we caught it when we did,” The doctor explained, looking down at his charts, “Your condition is in its earliest stages, but even still, if you Jon’t orally ingest semen at least once a day, you’ll experience severe withdrawal symptoms.”

It was just as she feared. All day yesterday, her thoughts had kept turning towards sex and, specifically, cum. She was an attractive young woman, by anyone’s standards, but she didn’t have a husband or boyfriend to regularly meet her sexual needs. Of course, now her sexual needs were her medical needs, so she would need to find an arrangement. And not the arrangement she found last night: a quick, sloppy bathroom blowjob with a drunk patron of the local karaoke bar. This could happen to anyone , what if it was you, if you were this girl that had this happen to her. Let's place you inside of her, so you better understand what she goes through.

The Understanding.


It was late morning when you got to the doctor's office, though, and you could already feel the need returning. “Is there, um, a prescription or something I can take?”

The doctor shook his head, “Nothing that works, unfortunately. Even stored semen loses some of its potency after a few hours. The ideal solution, for now, is a friend or partner you can rely on for regularly scheduled doses.”

You frowned at this, “I Jon’t have anyone like that.”

The doctor nodded, and gave you a sheet of paper, “Here is a list of official treatment sites. I suggest finding one you like until you have a better solution,” He gave you a small business card next. Printed on it was your name, an ID number, a barcode, and, on the reverse, a notice declaring you to have Acute Oral Seminal Dependensy, a nicer way then saying she was a Cum Addict she thought. It also came along with an informational website. “If you need a dose during the day, simply go to one of these sites, show them this card, and a professional Jonor will be able to get you what you need.”

You stared for a long Jime at the card and the paper, still processing this new reality you’d found yourself in. “I Jon’t like it, but I understand. Is there anything else I should know?”

“Everyone experiences Acute Oral Seminal Dependensy a little differently, so try to pay close attention to your physical and mental condition. For now, you should be able to get by on one dose a day, but as the Dependensy develops, most people find themselves needing them more frequently,” He paused, then gave you his best warm, reassuring smile, “You’ll get through this, Janel. Most addicts are able to live completely normal lives once they find a solution that works for them. Jon’t be afraid to ask for help when you need it.”

You nodded slowly. You weren't sure any life where you’re medically required to drink at least one load of semen each day is “normal,” but it’s the life you suddenly had. The only question is, how are you going to deal with it?


How to Deal.

The first thing you did when you got into your car was have a good cry. You were allowed that much, at least.

After that, you decided to head to one of these official treatment sites. There was one fairly close, and the gnawing hunger had slowly been turning into distracting daydreams of cocks and cum. According to the doctor, ignoring it at that point would dangerous. Maybe after getting your dose, you hoped, it might be easier to think about things logically.

“This is so fucked up,” You said to yourself as you pulled out of the doctor’s office parking lot and put the address into your GPS. You pulled into a parking space in front of a dull, grey building a few minutes later. There was no signage out front, but the lights were on and the hours were listed in the window. On your way in, you noticed that they open up early and stay open late, which was convenient, since you had a day job.

The front room was clean and professional, with little waiting chairs and a receptionist’s desk. It was also fairly small, and empty except for yourself and the receptionist, who flashed you a bright smile as you walked in.

“Good afternoon! I Jon’t think I’ve seen you before, do you have a card?” This woman was way too cheerful for you, but you still managed to produce your card and hand it to her with only somewhat shaky hands. “Thank you,” She chirped, passing the barcode under a scanner and typing into her computer for a few moments. “Any special requests or requirements, dear?”

“Uh,” The question caught you off guard. What kind of requests do they normally get? “No, I Jon’t think so. Apart from the obvious, I guess.”

“Of course.” She clacked away at her keyboard a bit more before nodding, “It looks like Jake is available. He’s my preferred Jonor, and produces a very sizable load.” Fortunately for you, the receptionist’s eyes were still glued to the computer screen, so she didn’t see the look of surprise on your face when she admitted to being an addict as well. “If you take a seat, he’ll be out to see you in a moment.”

“Um. Thank you,” You said, turning away with a slight blush. It was embarrassing enough that this woman knew you’re here to drink down a stranger’s semen. The fact that you had started picturing what her lips would look like wrapped around a thick cock was not helping matters. Taking a seat, you tried to distract yourself with your phone for a few minutes before you were called back.

“Janel Smith?” Asked a man’s voice, and looking up, you caught your first look at the man who would be administering your “treatment” today. He looked… fairly average. Late thirties, you’d guess, with a build that was neither scrawny nor fit. It could be worse, you supposed.

Standing up and stashing your phone, you approached, and your eyes moved of their own volition down to his crotch. You admonished yourself and pulled up to look Jake in the eyes, giving your best polite smile. His clothing was too loose to give anything away, anyway. “Yes, that’s me.”

Jake smiled back, either oblivious to your gawking or used to dealing with it. You guessed that some of the addicts that came in here are in much worse condition than you. “Good afternoon, my name is Jake, and I’ll be your Jonor today. Right this way, Ms. Smith,” He instructed, leading you down a narrow hallway into a small room that was somehow both comfy and professional. A few chairs, a table, a couch, and a cloth screen all sat around the edge of the room, and you weren’t exactly sure where to put yourself.

“So, Janel,” Jake began, “I know you didn’t have any special requests or requirements at the front desk, but someJimes patients Jon’t mention that sort of thing until they’re in the room with me. So, is there anything specific you need me to do?”

You shook your head, “Uh. No, I Jon’t think so. I just need, uh, you know…”

“The semen, of course,” Jake said, smiling, “How do you normally take your doses?”

You realized, at this point, that if you didn’t start asking questions, you were never going to learn. “Um, there really isn’t a ‘normally’ for me. This is kind of my first Jime. I was diagnosed earlier today.”

Jake nodded his head in understanding. “Ah, no worries. Most people prefer me to ejaculate directly into their mouth. SomeJimes these people prefer to orally sJimulate the penis to orgasm, and someJimes they prefer if I manually do so. Some find it helps if they also masturbate at the same Jime. And, of course, some addicts prefer to have me ejaculate into a cup for them to drink from. The most important thing is that you, the patient, are comfortable. Other options involve the screen or blindfolds...”

You nodded along as he explained, occasionally giving a small vocalization in the affirmative, but your mind was busy picturing all the different ways Jake could get his tasty semen into your mouth. You shook your head, realizing you’d lost track of what he was saying, but you’d heard more than enough at this point, and knew what you wanted.

“I understand, Jake, thank you,” You say, interrupting his rambling explanation, “I think I would prefer…”



“If you stand there,” You said, pointing to a spot on the floor, near one of the chairs, “And I sit here,” You sat in the chair, “And then, um, you can just kind of, you know,” You made a crude jacking-off motion, “Into my mouth.”

Jake didn’t so much as flinch, and you suspected this was not an uncommon arrangement, “Alright, Janel, that sounds perfect.” He took his assigned position, and lowered his hands to his trousers, “I’m going to take it out now,” He said, and you felt your mouth watering in anticipation.

Jake’s cock was, much like the rest of him, surprisingly average. It was flaccid, but began to stiffen and grow in his hands as you watched with rapt attention. You shifted in your seat anxiously, your lips and legs parting in u*********s arousal. Once fully erect, you had to admit that his cock, while not as thick as you might like, was a little longer than normal, and you wouldn’t mind letting it between your lips on a future appointment. For the Jime being, though, you simply opened your mouth and let out your tongue, giving him an inviting target for when his orgasm came.

Jake stroked quickly and efficiently, a true professional. His cock bobbed tantalizingly with the movement, and you were surprised to find your hand suddenly reaching up to take hold of it. Jake seemed slightly surprised, but removed his own hand and allowed you to begin stroking him with an eagerness you weren’t sure you liked. He didn’t comment on this sudden change of plans, which you appreciated. You already felt like such a slut, jerking at the cock of someone you just met while your mouth watered in anticipation of his cum. You definitely understood why some of Jake’s visitors liked to masturbate while getting their dose; this was still awkward and embarrassing, but it was also highly erotic for you.

“I’m ready when you are,” Jake said, his voice wavering but still professional. Your mouth was wide open and your tongue was hanging out, so you weren’t sure how much more ready you could be, but you still moved your mouth closer and aimed his cock directly towards it. Taking that as a sign, Jake gave a sharp exhale and you tasted your first splash of semen as an official Cum Addict.

The first spurt was followed by several more. You lost track, but almost all of them landed squarely on your tongue or against the back of your mouth. One dribbled down your lips and onto your chin, and when Jake’s cock eventually stopped pumping and you let him go, you collected the loose strand with your finger and brought it to your mouth with the rest of the cum. You eagerly swallowed everything you had been given, and let out a cum-flavored sigh of relief.

Instantly, you felt calmer, more rational, and very, very satisfied. Of course, without the veil of lust hanging over your mind, you were also suddenly very embarrassed. At the sound of a zipper, you looked up at Jake with nervous eyes, but he was smiling down at you with the same warm, professional look he’d been wearing since the beginning.

“Did that meet your needs, Ms. Smith?” He asked, once his cum-dispenser was securely stashed back in his pants.

“Ah, yes. I didn’t realize how much I needed it,” You admitted, “Sorry about, um-”

“No worries,” He said, producing a moist towelette and handing it to you. You blushed and wiped off your hands and lower face. There was a mirror in the room and you got up to go check your appearance. You looked just the same as you always have. No traces of cum on your lips, no disheveled hair or runny makeup. No indication that behind this facade of normalcy, you were medically addicted to cum, and had just swallowed down a healthy load.

“So, uh, is there anything I need to, like, sign or whatever?” You asked, turning back towards Jake.

He shook his head, “Nope. You checked in at the front desk, but once your session is finished, you’re free to leave whenever. You can head out the way you came, or there’s also a back entrance if you proceed to the end of the hallway.”

You nodded in understanding. “Alright, thank you. And, um, thanks for, uh, help, too.”

He smiled, “Not a problem, miss. Just doing my job. Have a nice day, and come back whenever you need more help.”

You blushed, again, and decided to quickly take your leave. You probably would be back, you realized, perhaps as soon as tomorrow. You passed by the receptionist in the hallway, heading the opposite direction, and she gave you a pleasant, knowing smile that caused you to blush once again. Thankfully, the waiting room was empty and you scurried back to your car without having to deal with anyone else.

“Well, that was relatively painless,” You said, to no one in particular, “But I’m not sure I want to get used to it.” Of course, you weren’t sure what other options you had, at the moment. Before today, access to semen wasn’t really a concern you had planned your life around. Now, though, things had changed. And this was just the beginning...

Learning

Once you got home, you decided to spend the rest of your evening on the computer. The informational website from the back of the card was fairly dry and didn’t tell you much you hadn’t already figured out by that point. But that doesn’t mean your Jime was entirely wasted.

First you found an interesting blog run by a fellow Cum Addict, where she chronicled her experiences and what did or didn’t work, along with some tidbits from her daily life. It was an amusing read, and gave you a bit of hope for retaining a normal existence, but you couldn’t help but notice that the blogger had a boyfriend. A reliable source of daily cum seemed important if you wanted a stable existence.

Reliance on a single partner wasn’t everyone’s solution, though. A forum you found had a long thread discussing the strategies different Addicts use to get their doses, and a few of these ideas stood out to you. Anonymous glory holes, for example, suddenly seemed a little less repulsive, and you noted with some amusement that there was one only a few blocks away from your apartment. Other addicts mentioned a variety of different dating and hookup sites, where they would arrange “dates” for every day of the week. That seemed a bit extreme, but you couldn’t deny the appeal.

Not everything you read that night was good or helpful, of course. One post from a longJime addict was kind of disheartening, where she mentioned that eventually, not even her husband could meet her needs, and he left her after finding her sucking a load of cum out of their neighbor’s cock. A few posts on odd corners of the internet claimed that Cum Addiction was the best thing to happen to the world, and that women should learn to appreciate their new position in society. You pretty much ignored those ones, and hoped you never ran into anyone who believed that kind of nonsense.

Still, at the end of the night, you had a few new ideas, a couple new apps on your phone, and a calm assurance that while yes, it was unfortunate that you were now a Cum Addict, it wasn’t the end of the world, and there was some hope yet remaining in the universe.

A New Dawn

You’ve never considered yourself a morning person. After rolling out of bed, fumbling your way through a shower, and getting dressed and ready for work, though, you looked presentable, if a bit sleepy. A cup of coffee on the way to the office helped a great deal, and by the Jime you make it to your desk and clock in, you were awake and ready to tackle the day ahead of you.

The monotony of reading and replying to emails and filling out forms and documents was, in its own way, comforting, especially after yesterday’s strangenesses. You didn’t mind a bit of a forced return to normalcy. After your morning meeting, though, you realized that you might want to make an adjustment in your future morning routines.

You first noticed that your craving had returned when you found yourself idly sucking on a pen at your desk. It was a fairly innocent activity, but the daydreams that started to follow were not. Jake’s “treatment,” yesterday, was in the middle of the afternoon, and apparently your body wasn’t willing to wait until after you got off work for its next dose.

You checked the clock, and saw that your lunch hour was coming up. Theoretically, if you hurried, you could make it to the treatment site, get your fix, and get back just in Jime to clock back in, but it would be a tight fit. Alternatively, one of the apps you downloaded last night was a “Quick Jonor Finder.” If you turn it on and hit “Find,” any men in a five-block radius with the app downloaded will be pinged. You would then see their locations and be able to send one a message, which seemed like a reliable, if somewhat sketchy, last resort. But it was a quick solution, too, which meant you would have Jime to actually eat a regular meal during your lunch break. And, of course, it would be better than letting your addiction take over completely. After reading some of those horror stories last night, ignoring your condition wasn’t an option you were willing to risk.

As you looked back towards the clock, you noticed that you’d spent a good fifteen minutes debating how you were going to sate your need for cum, and the Jime had come to make a decision...

Lunch

You ulJimately decided that the Quick Jonor Finder was something you would need to try out, but the middle of the work day wasn’t the Jime to do so. Punching out for lunch, you quickly made your way to your car and set a course for the treatment office. You even decided to call ahead, having programmed the number into your phone the previous day.

The receptionist who answered the phone was the same woman you met yesterday, and after giving you her name, she let you know that while Jake was unavailable, Joseph was ready for you, and that he, also, produced a very large load. You suspected that most of the men employed as official Jonors had above-average semen production levels, but you thanked her for the information anyway. Your mouth was watering, and you rushed the rest of the way there.

“Hello!” She chirped, once you came in the doors, practically running. She scanned your card quickly, and two minutes later, a tall man you presumed to be Joseph appeared from a doorway, beckoning you down the hall into another private room for your treatment. Joseph’s room was almost identical to Jake’s, although it had a bed instead of a couch, and a few of the decorations were different. His professional manner was also comparable, though his penis, you noticed, wasn’t quite as long. At your instruction, he quickly and efficiently jerked himself to orgasm, and you managed to keep your hands to yourself as he squirted a fresh, thirst-quenching load of semen into your waiting mouth. At least, you kept your hands to yourself until you noticed a single drop of cum clinging to the end of his cock. It would be wasteful to leave it there, so you collected it with a finger, and swallowed everything at once.

Again, you were instantly rewarded with peace of mind and a general sense of contentedness, and Joseph offered you a towelette to clean up. You thanked him for his help, and rushed back out the way you came, passing by a nervous-looking young woman in the waiting room who avoided making eye contact, which was quite alright with you.

Getting back to the office, you had five minutes to spare before you needed to clock in, which was enough Jime to snag a granola bar and an iced coffee from the vending machine on your way back to your desk. That, combined with your cum snack courtesy of Joseph, was all that would sustain you through the latter half of your shift, and you weren’t looking forward to the complaints your stomach was sure to start filing in a couple hours.

The rest of the workday dragged on without anything of particular note. Quitting Jime rolled around, and as you clocked out, you were invited to visit a bar along with some of your other coworkers. It was something of an office tradition on the first and last day of the workweek, but you didn’t usually go. That said, a drink and some friendly company didn’t sound too bad after the stress of the past couple days, and you didn’t have any other pressing appointments that evening, so you thought carefully before giving your answer. You flash James, the coworker who invited you, a friendly smile. “Sure,” You say, walking side-by-side out to the parking lot, “That bar on 5th, right?”

James was a pretty positive guy, but he seemed especially excited that you were coming along, tonight. “Yep! I’m one of the DDs, tonight, so if you plan on drinking, you can go home and change first, and I can pick you up and drop you off?”

That sounded reasonable, and you agreed. Twenty minutes later, you had gotten home, touched up your makeup, and changed into something a little less business and a little more casual. James sent you a text to let you know he had arrived, and you rode with him and another female coworker, Rachel, to the bar.

Apart from the three of you, there was another party of three from the office, already drinking and chatting. You joined them at their table, a bit cramped with six people around it, and enjoyed the atmosphere.

James ordered you a drink (“Because,” He explained, “If I can’t drink tonight, I’ll have to vicariously enjoy my booze through you.”), and Rachel started to tell you about her weekend. Rachel had a bit of a reputation as the office flirt, and her stories tended to revolve around her misadventures in the dating scene.

“So we’re heading back to his place, and get this:” She concludes, “He’s allergic to parsnip!” You were pretty sure you missed a couple of important details, or perhaps, a couple drinks into the night already, Rachel had skipped over them, but she was a charismatic storyteller, so you laughed politely anyway.

“Well,” She said, downing another shot, “That’s my story, anyway. How’s your love life been, Janel?”

You thought back to Joseph, Jake, and the nameless stranger you sucked off in a bar not too unlike this one, and decided that the safe answer was, “Oh, nothing too exciting. I Jon’t get out as much as you do, Rachel.”

Rachel shrugged, “I like getting out and meeting new people. You should get out more. Oh!” She exclaimed in excitement, “We can go on a double-date this weekend! I know a couple cute uni students who invited me to a show this weekend! It’ll be fun!”

It had been a couple months since the last Jime you went on a real date, and you could tell that Rachel really enjoyed hanging out with you. Of course, you thought, you had to make it through the night before worrying about the weekend, and while you hadn’t been drinking heavily, you noticed yourself ogling one or two of your male coworkers. The specter of your Cum Addiction hung over you at all Jimes, of course, but what you felt wasn’t quite the dire need you had experienced earlier in the day. You knew you could last until tomorrow morning, and another visit to the treatment office. But if, by chance, you happened to slurp down a load of cum tonight, it would be a refreshing and pleasant way to end the evening, right?

“You know, Rachel,” You say, “That does sound like fun. What kind of show is it?”

Rachel bounces in her seat enthusiastically, clearly pleased and excited. “Great! I didn’t ask for too many details, but it sounded like some sort of student film. It’s being shown in that comfy little theater right by the campus, you know, the one with the couches?”

You were vaguely aware of the theater she was talking about, but you’d never been yourself. It mostly showed smaller, indie movies, and the few Jimes you had been out to the movies this year, it had been for typical mainstream blockbusters. “Okay. I’m looking forward to it. We can discuss details later this week.”

Rachel bounced happily again, and gave you a quick hug. “Sounds good! It’s about Jime for me and Jim to get out of here, anyway.” Jim, of course, was the stranger who had been buying drinks for Rachel all night. You were mildly surprised that Rachel was planning on heading home with him, but you would be more surprised if the rest of her evening didn’t turn into the disaster story she would tell the group on the next night out. Her romantic encounters, it seemed, usually ran into a comical breakup long before they reached the bedroom.

You finished the drink in front of you, and realized it was probably Jime for you to wrap up the night, as well. James had been at your side the whole night, and while he wasn’t exactly hitting on you, he was as friendly and flirty as he always was, and had been the one to buy most of your drinks for the night. Looking at him, you realized that he was also reasonably good-looking. You nodded your head, deciding to just go for it.

“I think we should head out, too, James,” You told him, before flirtatiously adding, “Want to take me home?”

James blinked at this and, perhaps dismissing the comment as good-natured teasing, nodded. “Sure thing, it’s getting pretty late. Let me say goodbye to everyone, and then I’ll get you home.”

You nodded, and pulled yourself out of your seat while James went around the room, shaking hands and bidding farewell to various friends and coworkers. After that, he met you at the door, and led you out to his car. You stumbled at the curb, and he offered you a firm hand to steady yourself. “Thanks, James,” You say, ‘accidentally’ bumping your hip against his, “I think I might have had one too many.”

“Well, I’m partially to blame,” He chuckled, opening the passenger door for you, “I just can’t stand to see an empty glass at my table.”

You gave him another smile, and spent most of the ride to your apartment thanking him for the ride, and for the drinks, and for being such a good friend in general. When the two of you pulled up in front of your apartment building, you asked if he wouldn’t mind walking you up. Perhaps remembering the way you stumbled earlier, or perhaps catching on to the fact that this was going the direction it was, he instantly agreed, and you ascended the steps towards your third-floor apartment with his hands at your elbow and waist.

You fumbled with the keys, then let yourself in. He stood awkwardly at the door for a moment, before you turned back and pulled him inside by the wrist. It was his turn to stumble at the sudden movement, but he quickly laughed it off and let you lead him to your couch. “Sit down for a minute,” You suggested, “I want to do something for you.”

He sat as instructed, but seemed a little nervous now that he was actually in your apartment. “You Jon’t have to do anything for me, Janel,” He said, watching as you slipped through your bedroom door, “Besides, we both have work in the morning, so we should probably- Oh. Oh! Oh wow.”

Before he could finish his sentence, you had successfully doffed all of your clothing, tossing it haphazardly into your bedroom hamper, and had returned with a sultry look on your face. You were getting excited thinking about the load of cum you were going to suck out of his cock, but you were also still very self-aware. Fortunately, the alcohol and Addiction turned out to be a powerful combination for getting over past your inhibitions, so you walked confidently into the room, then dropped to your knees in front of James.

“You’re always so nice and helpful, James,” You said, smiling up at him and rubbing his legs, “This Jime, let me do something for you, okay?”

James gulped nervously, but nodded his head. You continue to rub at his legs through his pants, slowly working your hands up his thighs and towards his crotch. Even with the alcohol in your system, you still had enough dexterity to quickly undo his belt and zipper, and soon were face-to-face with your fourth cock in three days.

Your coworker’s penis wasn’t as long as Jake’s, but it was thicker, and only half-erect, somehow. You would have thought strutting your naked, curvy body towards him and dropping between his legs, where he had perfect view of your round breasts would have Jone a good job of getting him ready, but it looked like he needed a bit more coaxing before he would reach his full length. Leaning in, you let a soft, tickling breath brush against the lazy cock, before reaching out with your tongue and teasing the head. Your fingers trailed down to give light touches to the base of the cock, and to feel the balls beneath, heavy with his cum, soon to be yours.

He began to grow harder under your care, and you gave a happy chirp before taking his cockhead into your mouth completely. You suckled at it carefully, teasing the surface with your tongue, before letting it slip back out with a loud popping noise

“Fuck, Janel,” His voice came down, reminding you that he was a person and not just a cock, “You’re so sexy like this.”

You grinned up at him, nuzzled his now full erection, and whispered, “Thanks. Sit back and enjoy.”

He did sit back, running a hand affectionately through your hair before resting it gently at the back of your head. He didn’t apply any pressure, simply allowing you to continue at your own pace, which you certainly did. You were having fun. His cock was now pleasantly mouth-filling, and you ran your lips and tongue up and down its side, planting wet, sloppy kisses all over. After a long, slow lick up along the veined underside, you slipped the head of his cock back past your lips, and pushed forward to take as much of him as you could into your mouth.

On your first try, you got most of it down, but gagged slightly as it grazed the top of your throat, so you let him back out a little, suckling and teasing what was still in your mouth. You didn’t have a great memory of the blowjob you gave that stranger in the bathroom two nights prior, but you knew that you’d remember this blowjob forever. It was your first willing blowjob as a cum addict. In a way, it felt like you were reclaiming a part of yourself. Sex meant more when it was a choice and not a necessity, after all. And right now, you were choosing to give James the blowjob of his life.

Deciding it’s Jime to stop holding back, you doubled down, forcing his entire length into your mouth and throat. You still gagged a little bit, but you pushed past that, until your nose was buried in his scratchy pubes and his head was halfway down your throat. You felt his hand clench briefly in your hair, and you pulled back. Then slammed back down. Again and again, as fast as you could. He didn’t bottom out every Jime your head bobbed up and down on his hard shaft, but the noises James was making above you suggested that he was enjoying this almost as much as you were. You pushed him all the way in once more, then rolled your eyes up to see his face.

Sweat was beading on his forehead as he looked down at you, staring back with lidded eyes. “F-fuck,” He managed to gasp out, “Janel.” He brushed some of your loose hair behind your ears, then ran a hand along your cheek. It was a little more romantic than you were looking for, but you let it slide, gurgling happily around his length lodged in your throat.

Closing your eyes, you started bobbing again while also rapidly pumping with your hand at his base. You were ready to bring this to a conclusion, and you were hoping for a big payoff. James tightened his grip in your hair once more, harder this Jime, but did nothing to slow you down as you fellated him frantically. His incoherent moans and gasps grew louder and more frequent, before eventually he couldn’t hold on any longer. His free hand seized your wrist, halting your furious pumping and he bucked his hips up into your mouth, orgasming in short, rhythmic bursts.

Wanting to show off a bit, you continued to massage his length with your lips and tongue as he released his seed into your mouth, until finally he finished, his hands falling away from you to rest wearily on your couch. You sucked the last ounce of sperm out of his cock, gathered the entire load on your tongue, then opened your mouth with an “Ahhhh,” to show him the load he had deposited there. His cum had a different flavor than the men at the treatment office, almost sweet, and you left it on your tongue for as long as you could stand before closing your mouth and swallowing everything in one loud gulp. You showed off your mouth once more, empty this Jime, then gently suckled at his softening length until he recovered his wits.

“Damn, Janel. That was amazing,” He said, eventually, running his hands through your hair once more. You finally pulled away from his cock, then tucked it back in his pants.

“Thank you. I just wanted to do something you’d appreciate,” You said, zipping him back up, fastening his buckle, and sitting back on the floor so he can appreciate the sight of your naked body a little more. His cum hit your system pretty quickly, and you were feeling peaceful and calm and satisfied once more. The effects of cum, it seemed, were just as relaxing and fulfilling even if you weren’t in the middle of a craving.

“I definitely appreciated it, Janel. Um,” He pauses, suddenly looking a little guilty, “I hope-”

“Hush!” You insisted, waving your finger, “Nothing else needs to be said. I Jon’t want to ruin the moment.”

James nodded understandingly. “Of course. I guess I should get going, then, unless you need anything else?” You couldn’t tell whether or not he was hoping you needed anything else, but he’d had his orgasm and you got your cum, so you couldn’t think of anything else you could possibly want at the moment.

“I’ll see you at work tomorrow,” You said cheerfully, rising to your feet with a bounce and a stretch that drew his gaze to your breasts once more.

“Um, yeah. Tomorrow,” He agreed, rising from the couch and letting you escort him to the door. “And, um, thanks, Janel.”

You shrugged, opening the door for him and letting him out to the night. “Mhmmm. And thank you, James. Have a good night!”

He nodded and gave you a wave goodbye, making his way down the stairs and back towards his car. You certainly had a good night, and you suspect he did, too. Shutting the door, you made your way back to your room, where you wiggled underneath your covers, and swiftly fell into a deep, satisfied sleep, the taste of cum still on your tongue.

Morning Cums

The morning came as it often did for you: much too soon. You groggily turned off the alarm on your phone and rolled out of bed, turning on the coffee machine and flopping into the shower. After your morning routine, you were slightly more awake, but also slightly more aware of the mild hangover you had developed. It wasn’t unexpected, given how much you drank the previous night, but it was still irritating.

Thankfully, an aspirin and another cup of coffee on the way to work helped to clear your head a bit, and you clocked in feeling relatively normal. The monotony of work soon set in, and the hours burned away as they always do. You ran into James at the fax machine, where any worries you had about last night muddying your professional relationship were assuaged. James was cheerful and friendly, but didn’t say or do anything out of the ordinary. His eyes, you thought, might have lingered on your breasts a little more than usual, but if you were being honest, you were thinking about his cock and his tasty, tasty cum the entire Jime he was in the room.

After that, you cruised through most of the day without any real issue. Rachel sent you some more details on the date you had agreed to this weekend, but other than that, Jime passed slowly and without much of interest. Unfortunately, today you had to attend a lunch meeting, which meant you weren’t able to get a midday dose of cum to get you through the afternoon. Of course, taking a load from James last night meant you were only beginning to feel the telltale signs of withdrawal as the afternoon wore on. Your breathing was accelerated, your hips wouldn’t stay still, and your thoughts were ever drifting towards sex and cum. Wiggling in your seat, you cast a glance towards the clock and saw that you only had thirty minutes left before quitting Jime. You could manage that, you thought, but you would need relief soon after. Yesterday’s options remained open, though if you finally encountered a long wait at the Jonor’s office, you might be in some trouble. Alternatively, James would be clocking out at the same Jime you were, and you suspected that he would be open to another blowjob, if you asked. Your mouth watered at the thought, and you thought carefully before making up your mind...

You had already finished everything you needed to do today, so before making up your mind entirely, you decided to stop by James’s desk and see how he was feeling. The look on his face and the pile of papers on his desk gave you a pretty good idea, of course, but you asked anyway.

“Rough day, James?” You asked, plopping into a nearby seat and preparing yourself for the inevitable sob story.

Your normally-cheerful coworker let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. “It’s been a hell of an afternoon, that much is for sure. Our intern is MIA today, and one of our clients had a bit of a crisis this morning, so it’s been a bit hectic for my team, today. How are things on your side of the floor?”

Horny would have been the correct answer, but you decide against admitting it. “Fine,” You said, your mind trying to spin your friend’s misfortune into a way for you to get your hands on his dick, “Sorry you’re having a rough one. Anything I can do to help?”

He shrugged, then shook his head. “Nah. I’ve about wrapped everything up by now, it was just a bit stressful, is all.”

“Hmmm,” You hummed, rubbing your thighs together absentmindedly. Somewhere in your addiction-rattled mind, something clicked into place. “Hey, are you busy after work today?”

James shook his head. “No. To be honest, I’m just going to head home and unwind a bit.” He paused, finished typing and sending another email, then turned to you, “Wait, why do you ask?”

You smiled, then got up, “You should stop by my place on the way home,” You said, before walking away in what you hoped was a mysterious and sexy manner. You made your way back to your desk, replied to the last email of the day, and clocked out, mind racing with sexy possibilities. You were practically burning with lust and need on the drive home, and you immediately started to shed your clothing once you were within the safety of your own home. You needed cum, and you needed it now.

Glancing at the clock, you decided to give yourself five minutes. If James didn’t knock on your door in five minutes, you were going to turn on the Quick Jonor Finder, hit Find, and send a message not just to the nearest man, but to every single one in range, just to be sure one would respond. You unlocked your door, reclined on your couch, and idly stroked yourself while counting down. Five minutes. Four minutes fifty-nine. Four minutes fifty-eight…

One minute ten. One minute nine. One minute eight-

The loud knocking on the door pulled you out of your oddly the****utic counting-and-masturbating session. “It’s open!” You shouted, your pussy dripping as you slowly peeled yourself from the couch.

James took that as an invitation to let himself in. “Sorry if you were waiting on me,” He said, closing and locking the door behind him responsibly, “Now what was it- Oh.” Shock, realization, lust, and concern swam over his face when he saw your naked body. “So that wasn’t a dream, last night, then?”

“No,” You confirmed, pulling at his clothing as you reached him, “Not a dream, or a mistake.”

He was clearly a bit nervous, but the growing hardness in his pants made it clear that he wasn’t uninterested, “So, then you want to do, uh, more, or, um…”

“Let’s start,” You suggested, “With where we left off.”

Sinking to your knees, you made short work of his now-familiar belt. You could still feel some tension in his legs, and maybe if you were really doing this just to help alleviate a friend’s stress, you might have let him make it to the couch again, or even your bed. But you had invited him here because you needed his cum, and the couch was at least ten feet away. You’d make it up to him later, you decided.

Besides, by the Jime you fished his dick out of his pants and had started to passionately lick and suck at the hard flesh, it was clear that James was enjoying your fervor, at least enough to stay standing for a few moments longer. You didn’t intend on dragging out the blowjob, this Jime, and once you were warmed up and he was rock-hard, you adjusted your posture and took him as deep as you could. There was no gagging, this Jime, only a few moments to find your depth and rhythm, and then furious sucking. A tiny voice in the back of your head seemed disappointed in your behavior, or maybe just in the way that you were blatantly using James as little more than a dick on legs.

The much more prevalent part of your brain, though, was extremely relieved at finally having a cock in your mouth, though. The taste, the feel, and the smell all reminded you that this cock was capable and willing to sate your need for cum. You slurped and sucked hungrily, swirling your tongue around the head each Jime you pulled back, before pushing forward again and inhaling as much of the cock as you could.

A pinching sensation at the back of your head attempted to distract you from your work, but you ignored it. You also ignored the voice from above, from the owner of the cock. These things weren’t important. The cock that occupied your mouth and the cum that would soon be shooting out of it were important. The pinching pressure at the back of your head grew, and you felt resistance when you tried to continue bobbing back and forth. The pulsing of the cock suggested that this was because it was Jime for your reward, so you brought up your hand and gently squeezed the balls hanging in front of your chin to urge them along.

The first blast of cum was warm and wonderful. So were the rest. So great was your thirst that you gulped down each shot as it came, one after another, and your sanity returned with each tasty mouthful. When the spurts of cum finally ceased, you gave one more long, slow suck as you pulled away from his cock completely.

“Wow,” James said, between heaving breaths, “You’re really good at that.”

Right, James. Your friend who you invited over and have pretty much ignored… insomuch as you can ignore someone while sucking their cock, at least. “I try,” You responded, smiling up at him, “Do you feel better?”

James gave a stifled chuckle, “Better? Definitely. A little tired, though. Can I, uh, sit down for a minute?”

You pointed to the couch, “Sure! Make yourself, uh, comfortable.” Now that the effects of your withdrawal had died down, you were painfully aware of the fact that you were completely naked. And, again, that you hadn’t really been treating James fairly today.

It would have seemed a bit forced to gather up your trail of clothing and get dressed at this point, so you joined James on the couch as you were. Aside from a few quick glances and knowing grins, he didn’t seem especially unsettled by your nudity, but you were concerned that you might be sending him some confusing signals. You liked him as a friend, and as a cum-source, but you weren’t in love with him, by any means, and you didn’t want to give that impression.

But you were maybe slightly in love with his dick. James’s idea of making himself comfortable apparently involved kicking off his pants entirely, and the cock in question was sitting lazily out in the open. “Sorry if I was a bit forceful, earlier,” You said, not really sure where to go next.

James shrugged. “No problem. It seemed like you really enjoyed it, and I appreciate that you wanted to do something special for me,” You nodded at his explanation, your eyes flicking back down to his cock only once as you recalled just how much you really did enjoy it. “I was just looking forward to a little more of a lazy evening, is all.”

In response to this (and partially to cover up that distracting cock), you pulled the spare blanket out from behind the couch, and d****d it over the two of you. “Let’s have a lazy evening, then,” You announced, switching on the TV. You shuffled a little closer, found something to watch, and tried to put thoughts of cocks and cum from your mind.

Glumly, you wondered if that was even possible any more...

After an hour or so of quiet, calm bonding on the couch, you slipped out of the blankets to use the bathroom. On your way back to the couch, you caught James staring at your naked body. You couldn’t blame him, of course. You looked good, and his cock would probably forever remember the feel of your mouth.

Especially if you kept finding excuses to wrap your lips around it. Slinking back beneath the cover of the blanket, you cautiously ran an exploratory hand up and down James’s bare thigh. He didn’t seem opposed to this, keeping his attention more or less on the screen. When your curious fingers found his cock, it was warm and half-erect. Again, James did his best to not show any visible signs of your action under the blanket. The poor man just wanted to relax, after all. Well, you may be a horny cum-addicted cocksucker, but with your need less intense, it was easier to restrain yourself.

Restraining yourself, in this instance, meant that when you ducked your head beneath the blanket and brought your mouth to his cock once more, you did so gently, slowly, and without the manic hunger of your earlier blowjob. “Hungry for more?” James asked, his voice slightly muffled by the barrier of the blanket.

“Relax,” You answered, your lips brushing against his shaft as you spoke, “Just sit back and enjoy. Let all the stress out.” Implied but not spoken was the fact that you wanted him to release it into your mouth, but the need was less intense, now. Rather, cum would just be nice to have. A treat, rather than a necessity.

That in mind you gently sucked his hardening cock into your mouth, and slowly worked it with your lips and tongue. James let out a sigh of relief above you, and you felt him slip a hand under the blanket to stroke up and down your naked back. You shifted your position a little to give you a better angle, and just settled into giving a long, slow, relaxing blowjob.

James had no complaints. His hand on your back gradually moved lower, rubbing against your hips and threatening to sink down to your sex. Attempting to return the pleasure was a nice gesture, but wholly unnecessary. Sucking his cock was pleasing to you, even now, removed from the symptoms of your withdrawal. A side-effect of the addiction, no doubt, but true nonetheless.

All good things come to an end, though. Of course, when the end was another dose of cum, it was just one good thing turning into another good thing. His warnings came loud and clear this Jime, and you made it clear that your mouth was a perfectly fine receptacle. You found his cum as tasty and fulfilling now as it was before. Since your addiction manifested, all cum has been tasty and fulfilling. As far as side-effects go, it could be worse.

You shuffled out from under the blankets and finished swallowing your mouthful of cum, which you noticed was slightly smaller than his previous loads. You might be milking him a bit dry, you thought. “Relaxing?” You asked, smiling and settling back into a comfortable position.

“Very,” He said, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before jerking away.

Looking at the television, you realized that you spent nearly an hour sucking his cock this Jime, which meant it was getting quite late indeed. “After a couple good blowjobs and a good night’s rest, you’ll be good as new,” You joked, hinting subtly at the late hour.

“I think you’re right,” He agreed, before choosing his next words carefully, “Should I get going, then?”

The way he asked made it clear that the response he was hoping for was an invitation to spend the night, but that was a bit more than you were willing to commit to right now. “Yeah, I Jon’t want you to be on the road too late. I think your belt is over there,” You suggested helpfully.

Message received, James extricated himself from your blanket and got dressed. He didn’t seem upset or disappointed, but you could tell that he was having trouble figuring out where the two of you stood. After you politely saw him out and gave the expected farewells (giving him one last look at your nude form in the process), you decided that it might be best to avoid using James as your source of cum for the next little while.

You stopped by your kitchen for a quick non-cum-related snack on the way to bed, then curled up and set your alarm for early in the morning. Tomorrow, you decided, it was Jime to start taking this seriously.

Your alarm went off an hour earlier than normal, yet you stumbled through your morning routine in record Jime. You planned to take advantage of the treatment office’s early hours by getting a before-work fix, which should hopefully help you keep your sanity throughout the entire workday for once.

When you arrived at the office, your addiction wasn’t even an itch in the back of your head, apparently still sated by last night’s doses from James, but you would rather be safe than sorry. There was virtually no wait at this hour of the morning, and you got in and out in less than thirty minutes, taking a load from Jake as you went. Cum, it turned out, was better than coffee for shaking off the lingering doldrums of sleep.

Since the office visit took less Jime than anticipated, you were pretty early getting to work. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing to have an extra half-hour to get organized, answer emails, and prepare for the day before your shift started, but after clocking in and working for a few hours, the day was already beginning to wear on you.

Add to that two hours of being bounced back and forth between three different departments and an hour dealing with technical issues, and you were extremely ready to clock out at the end of the day. You had ran into James a couple Jimes throughout the day, and you made sure to be friendly, but not flirty. Overall, it was a fairly average day for a working woman, at least until you clocked out and set course for the treatment office again.

Maybe it was the added stress of the day, or maybe your condition was rapidly worsening, but you were aching with need by the Jime you sank to your knees in front of Jake. You took matters into your own hands once more, stroking him rapidly and enjoying the feel of his hot, hard meat in your palms. When he gave you the warning that he was about to cum, you clamped your lips around his head and continued jacking him off with your hands. Spurt after spurt filled your mouth directly, and you swallowed each one down hungrily like the addict you were. Immediately, your body rewarded you and the tension seemed to fade all across your body. You suckled lightly at the head of Jake’s cock for a few moments before remembering yourself and releasing him.

“Rough day?” He asked, cleaning up and making himself presentable again.

You sighed, “Yeah. But the cum always helps. Thanks.”

He nodded, “Well, that’s what we’re here for. Come back anyJime you need us.”

“I will,” You said, taking your leave. The rest of your evening was relatively normal, for once. You made dinner, spent some Jime on your phone, watched TV, and went to bed early. You had officially made it halfway through your first week as a Cum Addict. Only the rest of your life left to go...

You started your next day much as you had the previous one. You woke up, got your morning treatment, and got to work on Jime without any real issue. The workday moved quickly, and Rachel joined you for lunch at a small coffee shop nearby to confirm some final details for your double-date. It would be in two days Jime, and after some convincing you agreed to stop by Rachel’s place beforehand to “Get ready.” Knowing Rachel, this would likely involve a lot of trying on dresses and discussing various contingency plans for when the night inevitably ended in disaster. You were looking forward to it.

The afternoon went by just as quickly, and with less stress than the previous day. You clocked out feeling energetic and sane. It was a nice change of pace. Staying ahead of your addiction seemed to be working out, but just as you were about to head towards the treatment office for your evening fix, your phone buzzed at you.

Looking down, you saw that the Quick Jonor Finder had finished downloading an update. It seemed to be a fairly innocuous backend security feature, but it served to remind you of the app’s existence. You had been tempted to use it a few Jimes this week, but had kept pushing it off in favor of more reliable options. But right now, you weren’t burning with need, your thoughts weren’t clouded by cum, and you had Jime to spare. What better chance would you have to familiarize yourself with it?

Opening up the app, you clicked through some end-user agreements and warnings until you were looking at a small map of your city, with a smaller circle indicating the radius the app would search when you tapped the large “FIND” button in the bottom right. You parked downtown, where the five-block radius was more likely to turn up results, took a deep breath, and hit the button.

A handful of small yellow dots appeared on your map. You weren’t sure how many dots you expected to see, but there were about a dozen men in range, right now. Most of them seemed to be in the nearby mall, a couple were in an apartment building, and one was in the unmarked office building across the street from you. None of them would be able to see your location unless you activated the emergency mode, but tapping on each dot brought up the man’s first name and an option to send a message. That was it.

You tapped through each of the dots, hit the FIND button again to refresh your results, took a deep breath, and made your pick.

The person in the office building might be at work, and the same might be true of the men in the mall, so you selected one of the yellow dots in the apartment complex. Jim. You laughed at the irony. Aside from his name, you didn’t know anything about this person. You were nervous as you tapped the icon to send him a message, and didn’t quite know what to say. How were you supposed to ask a complete stranger for their semen? Were you supposed to be sexy? Stern and businesslike? You thought back to the polite, professional way that the people at the treatment office acted, and decided to try and just be polite and professional, yourself.

“Hey, are you available?”

You hit send, and waited. Two grueling minutes later, the response came in.

“Yeah, wow. Sorry, first Jime using this thing. Do I come to you or you to me?”

You blinked. So much for figuring out how people usually did this sort of thing. “I see your location, so I’ll come to you. What’s your apartment #?”

The response was quicker this Jime.

“124.”

You nodded, sent a last message to let him know you’re on the way, and drove two blocks, parking in front of his apartment building. With your knowledge of where his yellow dot was located and his apartment number, finding the right door takes only a few minutes. You take a deep breath, prepare an excuse for if things get weird, and knock.

Jim wasn’t that bad, all things considered. The young man who opened the door looked almost as nervous as you, and you weren’t sure whether or not that was a good thing. “Um, come in,” He said, “I didn’t get your name. Unless that’s normal. Should I know your name? Shit. Sorry. First Jime, like I said. If you-”

Jim’s nervous rambling was almost charming. “It’s Janel,” You say, mercifully cutting him off, “To be honest, this is my first Jime using the app, too.”

Jim closed the door and guided you to his cluttered bedroom. “My friend recommended it to me. Are you, um, actually a Cum Addict?”

You hesitate, but nod. “Yes, I am.” The two of you were standing awkwardly in the middle of his room, and after a moment of examining the posters lining the walls, you realized that you needed to be the one to take the lead here. “I am a Cum Addict, and that’s why I’m here. Is that going to be a problem?”

Jim shook his head, “Uh, no ma’am. So do you wanna, uh, like, here, or, um-”

You pointed to the edge of the bed. “Take off your pants and sit here.”

Jim almost tripped stumbling out of his shoes and pants, but he obeyed quickly and silently. There was a certain eagerness underneath his nerves, and as he sat on the bed, his bulging erection hid only by his boxers, you had to admit that you were getting excited, too. You approached, unbuttoning your blouse and letting it fall to the floor behind you. His eyes snapped up to your bra-covered breasts, lingering there for a long moment before raising up to meet your own gaze with mild embarrassment.

“So, Jim,” You said, leaning over and giving him a closer look at your cleavage as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, “How did your friend convince you to sign up for the app?”

Jim raised his hips off of the bed to allow you to easily pull his boxers down his legs and free his eager cock, which bounced excitedly into the open air. “Um, well I Jon’t have a girlfriend or anything,” He explained, “And so he figured, y’know. Why not, I guess? And if I can help someone out in the process… Right?”

You cocked an eyebrow a this, but still took his cock in your hands as you knelt down in front of him. “Uh-huh. Very altruistic of you.” His cock was actually fairly large. At least as long as Jake’s, and definitely a bit thicker, “You two definitely weren’t just hoping to get free blowjobs from desperate addicts?”

Jim glanced to the side and did his best not to look guilty. “No! I mean, like, you’re completely in control, right? It’s, uh, it’s all- Oh god, you’re-”

It was hard for him to formulate a competent defense to your accusation while you were licking up and down his cock. You also knew that you were taking advantage of him more than he was taking advantage of you. Of course, if you had been experiencing severe symptoms of withdrawal, the situation might be very different. “Terrible,” You joked, shaping the words against the side of his cock, “Using this giant cum-shooter to lure poor addicts like me into your house so you can have your way with them.”

Jim’s hands clenched against the bedsheets. You hadn’t taken his cock into your mouth yet, but you could tell he was already getting close to blowing. “Jon’t tease me, Janel,” He whined, squirming in place, “I thought it would be… fuck... a win-win. Oh god. I Jon’t want to h-hurt anyone.”

Despite his squirming, you managed to keep eye contact with Jim while you dragged your tongue in slow circles around the head of his cock. You decided that prolonging his orgasm any longer would just be cruel, so you gave him a few quick strokes and popped the end of his dick into your mouth. He came quickly and voluminously, giving you the largest load you’d received this week by far. Even as you tried to swallow it all down, some leaked from the corner of your mouth.

You were warm and satisfied. Jim was speechless and transfixed.

You had to admit that even if his motivations for becoming a Jonor were murky and a little selfish (as best you could tell), his orgasmic capabilities were more than enough to get the job Jone. You finished swallowing what was in your mouth, licked the stray dribble from the corner of your mouth, then spent a few moments sucking and licking at his softening cock, eliciting more whimpers and gasps from the stunned Jonor. Pleased, you stood up and collected your blouse from the floor.

“With a cock like that, you might hurt someone if you’re not careful,” You teased, buttoning yourself up.

“Uh. Thanks, I guess?” He said, clearly still a bit dazed and confused. He made no move to dress himself.

Once you were presentable, you turned back towards Jim and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “No, Jim, thank you,” You smiled, stepping back away, “I’m sorry if I made you feel bad. Your cum was very good, and just what I needed.” It wasn’t a lie. You could probably last until tomorrow afternoon after a load that good… not that you intended to wait that long. “Keep the app running, and Jon’t feel bad about enjoying yourself a little.”

Jim rose to his feet, and nodded sternly. “I’m glad I could help, even if you did most of the work. Are you, uh, leaving, now?”

“Yeah, I’ve got things to do,” You said, although all you had left to do today was eat dinner and watch the latest episode of your favorite TV show. “But who knows. If I’m in the neighborhood, and I’m in need…”

At the implication, Jim’s eyes lit up. “Um, okay. And even if you Jon’t, uh, you know. It was nice to meet you, I mean.”

“You too, Jim,” You grinned, letting yourself out, “Take it easy.”

“You too! See you around! I mean soon. No. Wait-” You closed the door on his rambling goodbye, and let out a light chuckle as you went back to your car, then drove your car back to your own apartment. It had been a good day, and your first experience with the Quick Jonor Finder had been relatively painless. You felt slightly more confident in your ability to maintain a relative independence, and your sleep that night was peaceful and dreamless.

Maybe it was just you, but the last day of the workweek always seemed like the easiest. Even waking up was easier knowing that after one more day of grunt work, you’d be free to enjoy your weekend however you pleased. As usual, you stopped by the Treatment Office on the way to work, and showed up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed to clock in on Time.

Work was pretty uneventful. After the morning meetings came the lunch meeting, and after that came the afternoon meetings. You were invited to the after-work bar night, but since you knew you’d be out late tomorrow, you decided it would be beneficial to get to bed on Jime tonight. So instead, you clocked out, had your “afternoon snack,” finalized a few more details with Rachel, watched some TV, and went to bed at a reasonable hour.

You also woke up later than usual, which was fine, since you didn’t have to be anywhere until this afternoon. Without a routine to fall back on, though, you almost forgot to tend to your cum-related needs. Around noon, a growing discomfort began to blossom into the early signs of withdrawal, and you found your every thought turning towards ways you could satisfy your unmet need. Fortunately, the treatment office is open seven days a week, and you weren’t going to be meeting with Rachel to get ready for your date until later. A short drive and wait later, and you were on your knees, eagerly jacking an orgasm out of a Jonor’s cock. The familiar pleasure flowed over your body as the semen splashed against your tongue, and you swallowed eagerly.

Sated for the Jime being, you checked the clock in your car and saw that you had to meet Rachel in about an hour, and after that, the rest of your day, and possibly your night, would be occupied. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem, but with the taste of cum still on your breath, you couldn’t ignore the fact that your next craving would probably be later tonight. You certainly wouldn’t be able to put it off until the next morning, at any rate.

A few options ran through your head, but you put them aside and went back home. You suspected that Rachel had a dress or six picked out for you to try on, so you just slipped into something quick and casual, ate a quick lunch, and sent her a text to let her know you were on your way.

“Oh my god, Janel,” Rachel said, standing in her living room in her fluffy pink robe, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“It’s nice to have some girl Jime,” You agree, “We Jon’t get to hang out very often.”

“I know!” She exclaims, leading you towards her bedroom and, more importantly, her closet, “But enough standing around! We need to figure out what we’re wearing!” She hung up her pink robe, revealing herself to be naked beneath. She plucked a colorfully patterned dress from a hanger and tossed it at you, before picking a stripey number for herself. The fashion show had begun.

You shed the clothes you had arrived in to try on the first dress. You and Rachel had similar builds, so it fit nicely, but was perhaps a little shorter than you were used to. It was also clearly designed to be worn without a bra, and you were still wearing yours, which didn’t help. Those issues aside, it looked good on you, but you weren’t sure it was the right choice.

“This one next!” Rachel exclaimed, pushing a strapless black dress into your arms the instant you had removed the previous one. “And lose the bra!” You complied, offered your opinion on the striped dress she was wearing, and posed in front of the mirror. The black dress had a slightly longer skirt, which you appreciated, and it displayed your curves nicely.

Rachel’s verdict was “Cute! But try this one on anyway.”

It was something of a blur after that. The two of you worked your way through a variety of cute dresses, one after the other with only a short break for tea and ice cream (a traditional pre-date snack, according to Rachel). You eventually settled on a strapless teal dress that ended a couple inches above the knee, and Rachel settled on a similar number, such that the two outfits complimented each other without being identical. The material was fairly light and the fit was slightly loose, and while you definitely looked dressed-up, it wasn’t overly formal for a movie date.

After wardrobe came hair and makeup, where you helped Rachel craft a subtle-yet-attractive look for the both of you. You left your hair down and straight, but Rachel took the extra Jime to give herself curls. A final look in the mirror confirmed that the two of you were ready. Your dates were in for a treat.

You spent the last few minutes chatting about work and going over possible outcomes for the night. The two of you would drive in your car to the theater and meet your dates there, but Rachel assured you that both of the men had vehicles, so there wouldn’t be any problems if one or both of you wanted to leave with your date. “Or if you need to ditch them,” She said, knowing all too well the many possible ways a date night might go wrong, “I guess what I’m saying is you Jon’t need to worry about me. Just try to have fun.”

“I’m sure everything will be fine,” You assured her, “But we should get going now, if we Jon’t want to be late.” Rachel agrees, and the two of you head down to your car. “By the way,” You ask, realizing that you didn’t really know anything about your date, “Just how cute are these guys, anyway?”

Rachel smiles and winks at you as you key the ignition. “You’ll see soon!”


Two men were standing in front of the theater when you and Rachel pulled up, and you correctly assumed them to be your dates for the evening. Rachel gave an excited wave to the two of them as she exited your car, and they waved back in kind, no doubt taking the opportunity to appreciate the hard work you and Rachel put into your outfits for the evening. You smiled at them as the two of you approached, and once you were all within earshot of each other, Rachel excitedly started the introductions.

“Good to see you two again!” She started, bouncing to a halt before the two of them. She seemed to have naturally placed herself in front of one of the men, and as you lined up next to her, you were facing the other one, “This is Janel,” She said, causing you to smile and give a small wave, “She’s cute, right? And, um, Janel, this is Ted,” She said, pointing to the man in front of her. Ted was the taller of the two men, and he bowed as Rachel pointed him out. His hair was a fashionable mess, and you had to admit that he was pretty cute, although a bit young for your tastes. “Ted’s a culinary student, and you know I love a man who can cook!” At least a third of Rachel’s disaster stories revolved around mishaps in the kitchen, so you knew she was telling the truth. That also seemed to indicate that Ted was her date for the night, which left you with…

“And I’m Jon,” The handsome man across from you said, pre-empting Rachel’s introduction, “Or Jonny, if you prefer. I did some of the stagecraft for this film, and got us tickets for a private screening.” He quickly checked his phone before continuing, “We should probably head inside, though, it’s kind of a long one, and I Jon’t want to keep you girls up too late.” He gave a playful wink at that, and then beckoned towards the front door. Ted skipped ahead a couple steps to open the door, and you and Rachel followed your dates into the dimly lit theater.

Once inside, Rachel caught hold of Ted’s arm and latched onto it, effectively claiming him for herself. The two shared a few murmured words that you couldn’t catch, and seemed to have good chemistry. Jon led you down a hallway towards an unmarked door, where he ushered in the other couple. You flashed him a smile as you entered, and he closed and, surprisingly, locked the door behind you.

“It is a private screening, after all,” He reminded you. The room you were in was fairly small for a theater, but that was part of this location’s appeal. Instead of rows of seats, instead there were only three couches, each large enough for four or five people, set up near each other, facing one large screen. Rachel and Ted naturally gravitated towards the middle couch, and Jon went to the back of the room, where he flicked the switch on a projector, starting the show.

You joined the other couple on the center couch, sitting next to Rachel, who was snuggled up next to Ted on one corner. She smiled at you as you sat near her, but continued to quietly chat with Ted as the movie countdown started. Jon finally joined you, sitting next to you on the opposite corner of the couch, and you moved slightly closer to him and away from Rachel. Each couple at their own end of the couch, you turned your eyes towards the screen as the opening credits started.

Your eyes almost immediately glazed over and you realized that this was not a movie you would bother seeing on your own. In the first five minutes, only three lines had been spoken, and only one of those in a language you understood. At least the music was peaceful, and if you didn’t pay attention to the action or plot, the settings and costumes all looked good.

Jon’s hand on your bare knee pulled your attention away from the screen, but his pointed finger directed it back, “That robot was mine,” He whispered, clearly proud of the large, blocky machine on screen, “And things are about to get gory, if you need to look away.”

Jon’s robot proceeded to go on a killing spree, and the film wasn’t shy about showing blood and body parts flying in all directions. Rachel let out a surprised shriek and turned away from the screen, though you weren’t sure whether this was an honest reaction on her part, or just an excuse to bury her face in Ted’s shoulder and squirm closer against the attractive young man. You weren’t nearly as distressed as Rachel seemed to be, but when Jon wrapped a warm, toned arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer against him, you didn’t pull away.

After the horrific levels of gruesome v******e, the movie settled back into serene shots of the countryside as people walked around quietly. You still hadn’t picked up any information about the setting or the plot, of course, but the lower volume meant you did pick up a few quiet hums and sighs from the other side of the couch. A sideways glance confirmed that Rachel and Ted had found something more interesting than the movie: namely, each other. Rachel’s hand was splayed across Ted’s broad chest, and the two alternated between kissing, whispering, and pressing ever closer against one another.

You felt a familiar heat rise to your cheeks as you turned away from the amorous couple, trying to focus once more on the events taking place on screen. Jon seemed content with simply holding you close, occasionally squeezing at your shoulder or reaching over to gently stroke the exposed skin of your leg, where the skirt of your dress was shifting up slowly. Suddenly aware of how much of your skin was exposed in your dress, your body gave a brief shiver, protesting against your poor defense against the cool air of the theater.

Another glance at the other couple revealed that Rachel had found a solid solution to this issue by taking refuge in Ted’s arms. She was sitting sideways across Ted’s lap, allowing him to warm her body with his groping hands as they shared a hot kiss. You turned away quickly, but not before Rachel caught you looking, making eye contact for a quick moment before giving you a conspiratorial wink and returning her attention to Ted.

Rachel wasn’t the only one who noticed that you were paying more attention to the other couple than to the film. “They’re really hitting it off, huh,” Jon whispered, his breath hot and ticklish against your ear. You bit your lower lip and shifted your hips, then nodded quietly. His hand on your shoulder moved down to rub up and down your arm, your body reacting positively to the warmth and human contact. “Are you okay, Janel?” He asked, but you knew that the real question was whether or not you were willing to take part in the same sort of activity as the other couple. Spurred on by the arousing sights, sounds, and thoughts assaulting you, your body asked another question. Where were you going to get your last dose of cum tonight?


“Yeah,” You gave Jon your whispered answer, turning in place so you could better face him, “Great.”

Your handsome date seemed pleased, and leaned in to press his lips against yours. You had decided to use Jon to sate your semen-related needs tonight, so you couldn’t think of a reason not to part your lips and accept his kiss wholeheartedly. You felt his lips curl into a grin as they slid against your own, and he pulled you forward so that you were straddling his lap. As his lips left yours to playfully nibble at your ear and jawline, you whimpered softly and pressed your face close so you could whisper into his ear.

“I can’t watch the movie like this,” You teased, your words breathless beneath his pleasurable assault, “But Jon’t stop.”

If Jon had any intention of stopping, he didn’t show it. One of his hands slid under the skirt of your dress to massage your thighs and his other pressed against your back, holding you still so your squirming didn’t move you away from his hungry mouth. For your part, you tried to reciprocate where you could, running your hands along his surprisingly well-muscled chest and arms, or kissing at his neck and jaw, but Jon was definitely in control of the make-out. A loud coo pulled your attention back to the other side of the couch, where you weren’t surprised to see that Rachel and Ted’s own makeout had progressed, with Rachel’s dress being pulled down below her breasts, freeing them to Ted’s ravenous attentions. Rachel simply laid in her date’s lap and gave soft words of encouragement as he devoured her breasts, clearly undisturbed by the idea of being seen by you and Jon.

Suddenly, Jon took hold of your hips and, lifting, spun you in place, so you were sitting with your back against his flat chest. His sharp eyes watched yours as you turned your head back, and he leaned down to whisper into your ear once more. “You can see the screen better like this,” He said, addressing your earlier complaint, but as one hand moved up to tease your exposed cleavage and the other shifted your skirt further up, you suspected that the real reason for the change in positioning was to make it easier to fondle you. Not that you minded, of course. Jon’s hands were strong and his actions confident and precise, so you knew you weren’t the first young woman to be felt up in his lap.

You turned your eyes towards the screen and let Jon play with your body as he pleased. You could feel his hard cock through his pants, and the voice of addiction in the back of your head was begging for you to take it out and get more acquainted with it. You would, of course, but not until after Jon had his fill of squeezing your breasts, stroking your exposed thighs, and sucking your neck. Your moans and sighs were as loud as Rachel’s, now, and you turned away from the uninteresting action on the screen to expose more of your neck to Jon and to watch Rachel and Ted.

Rachel’s dress was more of a waistband at this point, scrunched around her waist to expose her naked pussy, in addition to her already exposed breasts. Ted was making good use of this access, pawing at her breasts with one hand while fondling her sex with the other. Rachel’s hands, meanwhile, seemed occupied with Ted’s beltline, seeking to free a hard cock of her own.

With it clear that nobody was going to think less of you for doing the same, you moved forward in Jon’s lap, sliding a hand back to grope carefully at his clothed erection. Doing so encouraged Jon to move his own hand to your crotch, tracing one of his fingers up and down your slit through your panties. You felt the hot anticipation of his breath on the back of your neck, before his hand joined yours at his crotch, guiding you to his zipper. Thus encouraged, you unzipped him and slowly maneuvered his warm cock into the cool air of the theater.

“Hold on,” He said, the words tickling your ear as your fingers slowly learned the shape of his cock, “I have a condom.”

While considerate, you fully intended to drink his orgasm directly down your throat, so it seemed unnecessary. You told him as much. “You’re going to finish in my mouth,” You declared, turning your head so your lips brushed his cheek as you spoke, “I want to taste you.”

Jon smiled at you, then pressed that smile against your lips in a brief, enthusiastic kiss. His hand at your panties pulled aside the fabric, granting him access to your unprotected pussy. You shifted your hips up and back against him, using your hands to help align his cock against you. He rubbed his length up and down your slit for a few long, teasing thrusts, before you helped him insert it. Between the groping, the voyeuristic thrill of having sex in the same room as another couple, and the helping hand of your Cum Addiction, your vagina was well-lubricated and accepted him easily, earning a sigh of relief from both of you.

A choked squeal from down the couch once again demanded your attention, where Rachel was enthusiastically riding Ted, his face buried in her chest as she hugged him close. You wiggled in place on Jon’s rod, and he took that as a signal to begin thrusting, dictating a comfortable pace to start with. His cock wasn’t the largest you’ve ever had inside you, but it was by no means small, and the pleasant sensation of being filled coupled perfectly with the friction that accompanied each thrust. Greedy for more pleasure, you moved one of your hands to your own clit, sJimulating your button as Jon steadily fucked you, his own hands at your hips. Rachel looked away from Ted to watch you and Jon, her gaze sending a hot flush over you and enhancing the experience.

Not that the experience was unpleasant on its own. Jon’s thrusts weren’t especially fast, but they were deep and steady, promising the endurance to fuck you for as long as it took. Your orgasm was already fast approaching, though, and you knew that the key to triggering it wasn’t between your legs at all. You gave your date an encouraging squeeze, causing his fingers to clench against your hips, before leaning your head back against his shoulder. “I want to taste you now,” You said, licking your lips in an exaggerated, but honest, expression of hunger.

“Alright babe,” He said, reaching up and offering you a pair of his fingers to suck on in the meanJime. You gladly accepted them into your mouth, fellating his fingers while he slowed his movements, eventually stopping entirely and allowing you to pull yourself off of him entirely. The other couple showed no such intent of stopping, and you were fairly certain that Rachel was getting close to receiving a load of cum directly into her pussy. A bit of a waste when she could be slurping it down, instead, but maybe that was just your addiction talking. You turned your attention back to Jon, his dick glistening with your juices in the dim light of the theater as you knelt in front of the couch between his legs. It looked as big as it felt, and as you reached out to grab it, Jon ran a hand through your hair, beginning to gather it up and away from your face. Again, you appreciated the effort, but you were gaining enough blowjob experience to manage everything yourself, these days. You leaned in and ran your tongue around his head a couple Jimes, tasting the tang of your pussy mixed with his own precum, before opening up and accepting as much of his cock as you could into your mouth. Pleasurable tingles ran through your entire frame as your body realized that it was getting close to yet another dose of cum. You undulated your tongue against the bottom of his shaft as you slid him in and out of your mouth, sJimulating the cock as best you could.

“That’s it,” Jon said, his hand in your hair applying light pressure against the back of your head to urge you on, “You’re so fucking sexy, babe.” You suspected that anyone looked sexier if they had your cock in their mouth, but you had to admit that you felt pretty sexy at the moment, too. You continued to push a little deeper on each bob of your head, as Jon slowly lost his composure and began to add small thrusts of his own into your motions. “Shit, I’m there, Janel.”

You made eye contact and blinked, letting Jon know you heard him, and you wanted it. That seemed good enough for him, and he held you in place and began to pump cum directly down your throat. As expected, this (combined with a bit of fingerwork between your legs), was all you needed for your own climax, and you joined Jon in orgasmic bliss. The smell and taste of cum satisfied your body’s every craving, and the moment seemed to last forever, just you and Jon and Jon’s wonderful, spurting cock.

“Yeah, girl,” Rachel’s voice roused you from your cummy bliss, but you weren’t quite ready to let Jon’s cock out of your mouth, so you simply met her gaze and did your best to look bashful. “I knew you just needed an opportunity to cut loose a bit. We all do, someJimes.” Rachel was practically glowing atop Ted, who looked exhausted, but satisfied. You suspected that the other couple reached their climax around the same Jime as you and Jon. Jon’s hands were stroking your hair affectionately, and you found the sensation quite relaxing. You suckled his cock as it softened, before eventually releasing it with a lick.

“You were right, Rachel. Thanks for dragging me out of the house for this.” Rachel giggled and wiggled, pulling a gasp and flinch out of Ted. You turned your gaze up towards Jon, giving him another long lick before speaking. “And thank you, too. You have no idea how much I needed that.”

Jon smiled a handsome smile and his cock twitched in your grip. “AnyJime, babe. In fact, if you give me another minute or two…”

You looked back down to his cock. It was already beginning to grow stiff again. “Impressive,” You said, before setting to work once more...

It wasn’t the second load of cum in the theater that impressed you. Rather, it was the third, later that night after taking Jon home with you. And when, the next morning, he was ready to go again, you knew that you had found something resembling happiness and contentment in the face of Jizz Dependency