Testing a new sperm production product

Samantha huddled over the desk and, try as you might, you still noticed that she was more than a bit antsy. Perhaps "a bit" was an understatement, she was in full-blown infection symptoms, pulse racing, sweat forming on her forehead, and you could distinctly see her rubbing her thighs together like a dog in heat. She tried to be as discrete about it but you knew that her body was overworking itself and the more she tried to restrain herself, the more it started to override herself. Mentally, she knew none of the men she had flirted with would be able to help her and her addiction, there was just no helping her on that anymore.

"Samantha? You got those numbers yet?"

When your arm reached and landed on her shoulder, you felt Samantha shudder and she instantly came from your touch. You could also see how tightly she wound herself up as her knees gave way and you tried your best not to notice how there was a pool of fluid on the floor near her legs, or how her stockings were soaked and clingy to her thighs. That and the smell of her juices were very apparent to anyone. Anyone with a nose, that is. You wondered if she even realized she was lubing that much. Perhaps not, loss of certain bodily control and awareness while aroused was a symptom that many reported.

That and her nipples being painfully erect was also a dead-giveaway.

"Sam?"

She took a few moments to gather her ability to speak but, as she looked at you, she continued to chew on her lip a bit and panted. All of this caused her breasts to bounce up and down while straining in her now apparently too small bra. "S-Sorry, boss, just got a bit...distracted." You looked at the watch on your hand and noticed that it wasn't time for her to get another load but decided against proposing this as an option, if anything to test a theory that you were running. If Cum addiction formed needs and cravings, did it also play up any underlying masochistic tendencies? Did it increase degrees of submissiveness?

"Do we have the numbers?"

She turned and handed you the paper shaking a bit as she tried unsuccessfully to continue rubbing her thighs together while in her seated position. "H-Here.."

I wonder if this is how junkies act, you mused silently and handed her a small pipette that was enough for a small dose. Her eyes went wide as she grabbed it out of your hand and immediately stuck the end into her mouth and pressed the cum contents into her mouth. The moment your sperm hit her tongue, that very instant, you could tell its effects as her eyes went wide, her neck flushed, and she squirted all over the chair she was sitting in. "Oh fuck..." she moaned, coming down, and you decided not to bother pointing out she was virtually swimming in her fluids, turning instead to checking her work. As feebled as she was, her mind was still very sharp and the numbers matched your figures.

"Who would've thought..." you muttered and after a few more checks, you turned and pulled out the processing unit and took the small pen from it. Three small blue vials were loaded into it and after checking your pulse, cleaning the area of injection, you pressed its cold cylindrical top against your skin and then pressed the top button. A few clicks and the first razor-sharp injection went in. The second followed shortly. The last went in just as smoothly and after you took it off, you noticed that the area of the injection was barely noticeable.

"Anything yet?" Sam called, still lapping away and sucking on the tube while dreamily looking off into the sky behind you.

"No, not yet...." you began.