It doesn’t start well.

Mandy appears shy about her body as you take off your clothing, keeping her arms crossed, covering her breasts, even wearing clothing.

But you see the hunger in her eyes as soon as she sees your cock. She has had enough treatments, she knows she will feel better, and that feeds the addiction.

She disrobes, slowly and without confidence, and falls to her knees before you and begins to suck your cock, not yet feeling into it.

It seems she is practiced at suppressing her needs a bit for work, but she lost some of that ability when she saw a naked cock. And she isn't half bad at sucking dick either.

You can feel the elation grow in her as her tongue and mouth work your cock, her greed for what you have to give her, but that is not the treatment you are providing right now.

You feel her disappointment as you pull her away from your erect cock, and you carry her over to the bed. "That isn't what we are here for Mrs. Moore, maybe later."

She opens her legs for you and you begin pushing the length of your cock into her. She is tight, but it seems like she is already enjoying your touch and the feel of your cock inside of her.

You begin to pump your cock into the beautiful Mandy Moore, leaning down to kiss her, and then to suck on her breasts, and her body really begins to respond.

You feel the need inside of her, the hunger for cum, and you also feel some disdain for you. But you know that you are just another donor to her at this point, however, you feel like that might soon change. She has no idea what this is about to do to her.

As you fuck the beautiful Disney actress, you hope for her sake that the shyness and repressed sexuality she is fighting doesn't prevent her from benefitting fully from what you have to give.

You do not feel her opening up to you just yet, she still has a stern look on her face, despite the pleasure you know she is feeling and the hunger she is feeling. You begin to pump her harder than before, wanting to get her treatment to her as quickly as you can.

How had she gone stiff on you after so eagerly sucking your cock? And as she stiffens, it becomes less comfortable for you. You slow down, and lay down close to her, and try to talk her through it. "What is wrong Mrs. Moore?" You ask gently, "How can this be more comfortable for you?"

She has tears in her eyes as she answers, "Taylor and I were going to have children, it feels wrong to have yours instead," She replies in a sad tone. "I love him, and I don't know if we can make it."

You pull out and lay next to her, "How has your husband reacted to your treatments so far?"

"He has been supportive," Mandy replies to you, "He is a licensed donor, and he has handled a lot of it. I have had other donors deliver into my mouth, but Taylor has been the one to deliver it in my ass."

Interesting problem, her husband has been able to help, which does happen, but isn't common. "You don't have to keep the child, Mrs. Moore, adoption will be possible, and you almost certainly won't need service until after the child is born. By then we may have a cure.

You feel her inner conflict, " You are at a dangerous stage ma'am," you continue. "You are falling behind here, and if you get to stage three you will only have weeks left at best. It becomes impossible to manage."

"I don't like being this way, I hate it!" She replies, crying. "I only want to be with Taylor, how will he ever look at me the same way again?"

"Take a few minutes Mrs. Moore," you reply softly, "I will be right back." You remember hearing that she was traveling with her husband.

You put on some scrubs and walk out to talk to her husband Taylor Goldsmith, pulling him into another room and explaining things to him.

"So after this, she won't need treatments for a while? She won't get worse?" He asks you.

"She will feel better than she has in a while, and my child will pass along the cure for as long as she carries it, and a little bit past that." You reply.

Her husband then walks in and explains it to her, how it will work, how much he loves her, and how much he wants for her to do this. "I don't care if you have this fucking guy's kid babe, I just want you to be alive for our kids, ok?"

Mandy Moore agrees, and tells you to continue, but asks her husband to stay and hold her hand. That seems weird, but you can feel she is more relaxed as you slide back into her.

As you get going, she gets more into it, and you feel her body begin to respond, she gets warmer, and more lubricated, and you hope her husband is ready for the spectacle ahead for her.

Soon you begin to feel your orgasm building, and without warning either of them you grunt, hold her hips tightly, and release your cum deep inside of her.

And Mandy Moore fucking loses it, she begins to shake and gyrate, and lets go of her husband's hand to pull you deeper inside of her. "Jesus Fucking Christ, that feels great!" She yells at nobody in particular, she continues to shake and her words become a moan you know well, you seem to provide a rather unique orgasm for women.

When she finally stops, you see that she has fallen asleep, and you also know this rest well, she will be out for a while. "Did it work?" Her husband asks as you feel some regret coming from him, you know that nobody else has ever gotten her off like that before.

"It worked, we have seen this before, it worked." You reply, "I will have some snacks sent in for you, she will probably sleep for a while, and it would be healthy for her to make the most of it sir."

You walk out, hopeful for Mrs. Moore, you want the best for her and her husband. You think he can get over her having your child, you hope he can get over what seeing what you did for her just now. It isn’t his fault, but he will never give her the orgasm you can.

Time will tell, but you figured she would wake up wanting more, but she seemed to be very nice, and you know any more sexual contact with you could be destructive for them.

You feel your phone buzz and check it, and see that your next appointment is on site, and in another room.

You take a quick shower, and clean yourself up, brushing your teeth. You drink some fruit juice and snack on some pineapple, then get ready for your next celebrity, the beautiful Katy Perry.

You get to the door to her room a few minutes later, and you knock and then enter. You expected Orlando Bloom to be here, but he isn’t. She came here alone, not even with security.

Katy doesn’t look well, her hair is a mess, she isn’t made up at all, her clothing is not what you would expect from one of the biggest musical stars on the planet.

“Miss. Perry?” You say softly as you walk in, trying to be professional, but her head is down. She isn’t crying, but she is close to stage four, if she hasn’t had treatment in a couple of hours she will be feeling it badly. And she wouldn’t have slept in a while.

She finally looks up and she doesn’t look healthy. Her eyes have the tell tale dark circles around them, and she doesn’t look like she has been eating well, looking a bit thinner than you remember seeing her in the past.

“Let’s get on with it,” she says in a bit of a haggard voice. You can feel her pain, she feels very alone, she feels abandoned, and she is afraid. And you can almost feel her head spinning from being tired.

You walk over to her and lean down and give her a gentle hug, and you feel her begin to sob gently on your shoulder, “why does it hurt like this? I didn’t do anything to deserve this…” she says in a cracking voice.

“Nobody deserves this Miss. Perry, nobody,” you reply to her softly, taking her hand. “I can help, this is experimental, but it works. It will relieve your symptoms.”

“For how long? How long does it last? The relief?” She asks, you hear desperation in her voice. You can feel it inside of her.

“It lasts for a long while, as far as we have seen so far,” you reply softly, trying to reassure her. “I promise you will get some sleep, and you will feel better.”

She breaks down, crying softly, you can feel the weight she is feeling right now. All of the expectations on her, and just how alone she feels.

This hurt you a bit to see, Katy Perry isn’t old, but she isn’t exactly young either. But she is one of your favorites. She has always seemed like a good person, and she shouldn’t be alone right now.

“Do you have anyone to look after you while you are here?” You ask her softly, hoping that someone is coming, it isn’t good to be alone.

“I have nobody,” she says softly. “Nobody at all. Orlando broke it off with me, he couldn’t handle me needing the treatments. My manager quit, my security detail quit, I have been getting by on the treatment program, but it hasn’t been enough.”

She looks at you, you can feel her sadness, “the EMT guys and cops who come to treat me, I know what they all want, and I am so far gone on this they all get to do it…back there.”

“In my ass…like seven or eight men a day fuck me in the ass,” she continues. “It can’t go on like this, if this doesn’t work doctor, do you know of any way to just end all of this more quickly? I just can’t do it anymore. I can’t sleep, I’m not eating well, and my ass hurts all the time. I don’t want this anymore.”

She needs treatment, but she might not be in the place mentally to respond to vaginal treatment, so you decide to try something a bit different.

“Let’s try an oral treatment first, then we will get on to vaginal,” you say softly. “I would like to see you in a better frame of mind before we proceed.”

“Not anal?” She asks, “I thought that was what had to happen?”

“Not anymore Miss Perry, that should be at an end,” you reply softly, running your hand through her hair. You can see she is letting her blonde hair grow out, she hasn’t kept up the hair dye. “Just relax, I will tell you when I am close, ok?”

She forces a pretend smile, and nods yes. You pull out your cock and begin to jerk off, you face away from her, but she begins to respond. You feel her hunger rise, and you feel her hand on your side, turning you around.

“I want to see it doctor, I need to see it…” she says in the same tired voice, but she is insistent.

You rotate, and continue to jerk off, but soon it his Katy Perry’s hands on your cock, gently touching you and jerking your off slowly.

You see Katy exhale sharply, looking at your cock with a great hunger, her face getting close to it. She looks at it closely, and you see her close her eyes an inhale, taking in your scent. Then you see a faint smile on her face, “you smell good doctor…what can I call you?”

“John,” you reply softly. “You may call me John if you want,” you start to feel a rise in you. Even if she looks tired, this is still Katy Perry with her hands on your cock, this is a woman who has been careful with her reputation, always being on the conservative side with her outfits, but who has had something of a porno body hiding underneath.

She is a bit thinner, but you can still see her curves are there, her breasts are still full, her lips are still full and inviting. “I am getting close here, are you ready?” You ask.

Katy smiles at you, a genuine smile, she moves in close and opens her mouth, still shy with you being a stranger, her lips don’t touch your cock. Then your orgasm, powerfully, as it always seems to be now, you groan and begin to release your protein rich semen into her open mouth.

You watch her face as it happens, still wanting to get as much information as you can, as Katy is one of the most advanced patient you have seen, she might have been a week or two from ****, maybe days.

Her eyes go wide as the first large spurt of your cum lands in her mouth. It keeps coming out of you, she looks you in the eyes, and you feel her emotions quite clearly. ‘What the fuck’, you almost feel the words in her emotions.

Then you feel her lips on your cock, her shyness melted away. Katy starts jerking your cock rapidly, and she sucks on your cock as hard as you have ever felt. And she keeps going at it until you are spent.

You see her start shaking, moaning as she sucks your cock, her lips never leaving it. You feel her sexual pleasure, the relief of physical pain she has been in, and you see her eyes roll back as she faints, losing consciousness. This is new, you hope she is ok.

You catch her and carry her to the bed in the room, and you gently lay her down. You check her pulse and it seems normal. You use your stethoscope and check her heart, and it sounds strong, and her temperature feels normal. So you pull a cover over her and stand up to leave to get someone to come in and give her a more through examination, but you feel her grab your wrist.

“Where are you going John?” You hear her say softly, in a more rested and comfortable voice, “please stay. Please don’t go, don’t ever go.”

You then and see an improved visual, a warm smile, and her eyes look much better, this is more of what you are used to seeing with Katy Perry.

“How do you feel Miss Perry?” You ask in a professional voice.

She smiles, “quite a lot better John, and you can call me Katy, we are passed the professionalism now I think. What was that? I haven’t felt this good in months, how is this possible? I have been getting cum from two men at a time and none of it felt like this.”

You sit beside her on the bed, “there is something different about me Katy, something at the genetic level,” you reply, taking her hand gently. “It makes my semen far more protein rich than anyone else in the world right now, and I am able to pass on a cure. A cure than lasts for a while.”

She leans into you and lays her head on your shoulder, “what changed you? And how does the cure work?”

You don’t feel comfortable talking about exactly how, so you skirt the question a bit, “we are still looking into exactly how it happened, but I can give you treatment, but the temporary cure is passed on to any woman I get pregnant.”

She gives you an odd look, then hesitates and leans into you again, “me and Orlando were talking about having a child, then this happened. I went back on birth control, I don’t think it will work.”

You give her a gentle hug, “it will Katy, birth control as we know it doesn’t work with me right now, you will see.”

Katy stands up and takes off her shirt, then lowers her comfortable pants, they appear to be loose fitting, as she hasn’t been in great health.

“Lose the clothing John,” she says with a smile. “If you can make me feel like a human again, I am ready to get this going.”

You watch as she strips out of her underwear and then starts to work on your clothing, a set of scrubs. She seems impatient, you don’t feel desperation, but you do feel that she is still aroused.

You smile, even in this state she is very beautiful. Soon you are both naked, and she lies before you. You kiss her on the forehead and then the lips, and then kiss your way down to her breasts, still looking great, even with a little weight loss.

In her aroused state she responds physically. You can feel and even smell her arousal, and in your physically improved state you are hard again, you move up between her legs. “Are you ready?”

“Oh god yes John…” Katy says breathlessly. You gently slide your cock into her, and find her very wet and ready for you, but very tight. She hasn’t had sex in a while, at least vaginal sex, so you take it slow and easy.

You slowly push your cock into the beautiful pop star in the missionary position, you slowly increase your pace, pushing more and more of your length into her body. And you feel her respond, she begins to grip you tightly and work her body against you.

It doesn’t take long for you to feel a now familiar rise within you, “are you ready Katy? This is going to feel a bit different.”

You begin to orgasm, and you push your hips against Katy’s, pushing your cock as deep as it can go as your release your cum inside of her.

And her response is as expected. Katy Perry’s eyes go wide and she yells loudly as you cum inside of her, “Jesus fucking Christ!” She yells, and you feel joy emanating from her.

She shakes and spasms in a powerful orgasm, holding you tightly, then she relaxes and lies back. And almost immediately you hear snoring, a sort of delicate and subtle snoring, but she is out cold. You slide your cock out of her, and cover her in a blanket.

You ask the staff to keep track of her as she sleeps, and to call you when she wakes up, but given her lack or rest it should be a while.

Your last appointment, Zendaya missed her flight, and will have to reschedule, so you pack up and get ready to head home.

You leave the lab and are driven home, and you see a moving truck next door, and you ask your neighbor of five years where he is off to, but you think you know.

"An anonymous cash bid came in John," Your neighbor replies, "We said no and they doubled the offer. I said no and they doubled it again, telling me it would get no higher, that they would just buy another one if I said no."

"Jesus Bob, that is a lot of money," You reply, "Where are you headed to so fast?"

"We had to be gone today," Bob replies to you. "We already got paid, they paid the movers as well, it is crazy. Anything we can get out of the house today can go."

"Yeah, crazy times aren't they Bob? You shake his hand, and he almost skips away, and you turn to head into your house. You are going to have new neighbors, and soon it seems. Should you tell Kira or surprise her by having Jay Z and Beyonce over for dinner?

While you consider this you walk in and see a letter from your mortgage lender thanking you for your business, which shows that your loan has been satisfied.

A clear title will be sent to you soon. Well Jay Z is certainly a man of his word.