Make the most of the night.

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

Belle 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 times 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.”

Belle bounced happily again, and gave you a quick hug. “Sounds good! It’s about time for me and Tim to get out of here, anyway.” Tim, of course, was the stranger who had been buying drinks for Belle all night. You were mildly surprised that Belle 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 time 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 don’t have to do anything for me, Jane,” 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 **** 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 time, 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 **** 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 Luke’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 done 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, Jane,” 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 time 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 time 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, “Jane.” 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 time, 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 time, then gently suckled at his softening length until he recovered his wits.

“Damn, Jane. 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, Jane. Um,” He pauses, suddenly looking a little guilty, “I hope-”

“Hush!” You insisted, waving your finger, “Nothing else needs to be said. I don’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, Jane.”

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.