A mega-dose on Andrea

When I wake up in the morning, I get one of the bigger vials I ordered, and immediately fill it before going about my day. By the end of the day, I've loaded it up with 2 more loads, and its pretty much full with a triple dose. Any more than that, and I'll have to use more vials.

Wednesday morning Tiffany is already starting to be more flirtatious. Her motions are done to deliberately emphasize her tits or ass, making them jiggle or drawing the eye to them, I'm also pretty sure she isn't wearing a bra today. I debate dosing her today, but I think I want to wait until I have a better idea of what I actually want to do with her. Considering I'm basically treating my own cum as a precious commodity at this point, the idea of wasting it on her giving me morning blowjobs or sex is, surprisingly, unattractive. It could also be the fact that I've basically been cumming 3 times a day that I'm just not driven to fuck anyone I can.

A little later in the morning though, Andrea comes in, and in the usual manner, we end up in the men's room. I drop my pants and pull out my cock for her, and get ready to jack it when she stops me.

"I uhh. I was wondering if I could make you do it this time. Last time the sauce tasted so good, and I was thinking that the only difference was I helped." She says and follows up a little more quietly, "I'll tip in full. I just want to try it."

"Sure, be my guest." I say, taking my hand off my own cock.

Andrea wraps her hand around it, and starts to slowly massage up and down the shaft. After a minute or so, she puts her other hand on it as well, and is now jacking straight towards her face, at a faster pace, and looks me in the eye, "Cum for me. Give me the sauce." She says, and her face goes beet red as she says it. Clearly she's driven by the idea of making the cum taste even better here, and is going out of her way to try new things to get it. After only a few more verbal encouragements, I warn her that I'm going to cum. As I do so, she puts her lips around the tip of my cock, and starts short motions with her hands as she uses her tongue to tease me just before the cum spurts into her mouth. Once I finish cumming, her face is the familiar zoned-out look. Before I go any further, I put the large vial in her hand.

"Drink what's in your hand." I say.
"Drink what's in my hand." Andrea repeats, and puts the vial to her mouth, drinking down a triple dose of cum, in addition to the dose she already had. After a moment, I take the vial back. If she looked zoned-out before, she looks high now. Her pupils are dilated, and her eyelids are drooping slightly. I'm slightly concerned that I might have given her some kind of brain damage, but considering how fast the effects wear off, I'll just find out after I finish.

"Andrea, today's sauce was the best yet."
"Today's sauce was the best yet." She almost slurs back to me.
"You want to be even more proactive in arousing me while getting the sauce."
"I want... to be even more proactive... in arousing you while getting the sauce."
"You want to be even more proactive in arousing me while getting the sauce."
"I want to be even more proactive in arousing you while getting the sauce."

I decide to push further to have her tell me more about herself now. If a quadruple dose of cum won't get her to do it, I don't know what I'll have to do.

"Andrea, you want to tell me more about yourself."
"I... I... I want... I want to tell you... more... about myself..." She says slurring many of the words and stuttering throughout. If past experience is any good, we've passed the hardest point now.
"You want to tell me more about yourself."
"I want... to tell you... more about myself."
"You want to tell me more about yourself."
"I want to tell you more about myself."
"You want to honestly answer my questions."
"I want to honestly answer... your questions."
"You want to honestly answer my questions."
"I want to honestly answer your questions."
"You won't find any of this weird."
"I... I... won't... I won't find.... I..." She stutters repeatedly. This could be bad. She's not out of it yet, but if this wakes her up, and she thinks somethings up, I'm slightly worried what consequences might come out of it. I pull out two more small vials, and dose her with an extra double dose. The awareness that was returning to her face disappears, and I push her again.

"You won't find any of this weird."
"I won't... I won't... I won't find any of this... weird."
"You won't find any of this weird."
"I won't find... any of this... weird."
"You won't find any of this weird."
"I won't find any of this weird."

Phew, looks like we're out of the woodwork on that one. Jesus, I'm actually anxious, why the hell is she so fucking worried about me finding out about her. Is she some druglord's wife or something? Fuck, I'd hate to end up dead in a ditch or something because of all this.

"You think I'm a nice guy."
"I think... you're... a nice guy."
"You think I'm a nice guy."
"I think you're a nice guy."
"You want to start tipping me extra."
"I want... to start... tipping you extra."
"You want to start tipping me extra."
"I want to start tipping you extra."
"You don't mind showing some skin when getting the sauce."
"I... I... don't... mind... showing some skin... when getting the sauce."
"You don't mind showing some skin when getting the sauce."
"I don't mind showing some skin when getting the sauce."
"It arouses you to get the sauce."
"I..." She says, blinking, and then looks up at me, licking around her mouth before talking, "Mmmm. Today's was very good." As she says that, she pulls out out a $50 bill from her purse, and hands it to me.

"Well, Andrea, you've drank my 'sauce' multiple times now, but I don't know anything about you. Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself." I say to her.

"I suppose that's fair. I haven't said anything because I'm pretty nervous about what would happen if this got out, but I suppose its fair for you to know more about me." She says, taking a deep breath before continuing, "I'm a partner at a law firm here, and you can imagine the damage it would do to my career if it got out that I was drinking cum in a coffeeshop bathroom like some kind of whore. Compound that with the fact I'm married, and if my wife found out, I can only imagine what would happen."

"I'm sorry, your wife?" I ask.

"Yes. My wife. Its current year. I can have a wife. Obviously, it would be doubly bad for my image if this got out." She replies.

"So you're bi then? Or..." I reply

"Nope, always hated men, never wanted to see a cock, and hadn't had any interest in one before this. I still don't find it particularly attractive, but the flavor, it might as well be crack or heroin." She says.

A lot of things start to make sense. Of course she wouldn't want me to know any of this. Doubly that she really doesn't want anything to do with making it sexual to get the cum. When I phrased it as it making it taste better, she could just barely convince herself of it. And obviously, the idea of not finding any of this odd is extra odd in and of itself.

"Alright, well, thanks for the info." I reply, still slightly dazed at the fact I just had a lesbian lawyer practically blow me, then share her life details with me.

"Uh huh. Well, you know the drill. I'll see you around." She says, heading out.

The rest of the day goes by relatively uneventfully, after the lunch rush, I refill one vial, and after work, I refill a second before drifting to sleep.