Chapter 4

Maria’s eyes fluttered open, and she automatically put her hand between her legs and slipped her fingers into her wet hole. The cup of cum she drank earlier had quieted the raw desperation, but the hunger remained. It had been good, but not as good as getting it straight from the source. She wanted a cock inside her, wanted a man to cum for her in her mouth or her cunt.

She sat up, her fingers buried to the knuckle in her pussy, her thumb rubbing her clit. The empty specimen cup sat on the bedside table, and Maria imagined the guy who had donated the contents sitting in some little room, stroking himself off, his fist working his cock until his semen sprayed from the tip to be collected in the little container. Her eyes shut as she imagined the guy jacking off—the lust on his face, his cock swelling before it finally exploded and the cum flowed.

Cum that she had gulped down like a drug, that had tasted like heaven and quieted the hunger.

She needed more.

She pushed the call bell, and Natalie, the night nurse, arrived a moment later.

“How’re you feeling, hon? Better?”

Maria nodded, her fingers still pumping slowly inside her pussy, trying not to be obvious about it. “Much better, thanks.” She hesitated, remembering her behavior. She had acted like such a slut, begging for cock, begging for cum, throwing herself at anyone with a dick like an absolute whore. The hunger was a kind of madness, a need so strong that it turned her into a shameless cock-hungry cumslut. It had changed her, and Maria didn’t think she’d ever go back to normal.

A couple of days ago she would have died of embarrassment. Now, she couldn’t make herself feel more than a mild sense of surreal disquiet at her behavior. The hunger made it hard for her to be bothered by things like dignity and shame. It wasn’t overwhelming the way it had been last night, after almost an entire day without any cum, but it was still there, drowning out her inhibitions.

Maria shook her head, trying to clear her mind. “Listen, I...” Maria trailed off, unsure what she should say. Natalie waited, professional and polite. Maria made herself look the nurse in the eye. “I want to apologize for yesterday. I was ... not feeling like myself. And please, tell the doctor that I apologize for ... ah ... groping him.” She had groped a doctor! It was unbelievable. “I know it was totally inappropriate. It’s not like me at all.”

Except that now, it was. Her fingers hadn’t stopped moving inside her as she spoke. Who was she kidding? She was now the kind of woman who casually fingered herself with a nurse standing next to her. Her pussy felt so good! It would feel even better with a cock filling it instead of her fingers.

The nurse nodded, acknowledging the apology without commenting on it. “Is there anything you need?”

“Some water would be lovely. And...” She hesitated. She needed cum, but how to ask for it without making it awkward? She took a deep breath. Just say it. “Is there any chance ... um...” she nodded her head toward the container on her nightstand. “Some more?”

Natalie nodded. She looked like she was trying hard to keep her expression neutral. Maria couldn’t blame her—it wasn’t everyday that a patient wanted to guzzle down semen like it was a milkshake.

“The doctor ordered more samples from the fertility clinic. I’ll get one from the fridge.”

The fertility clinic, with its liquid nitrogen tanks full of samples from dozens of different men. A buffet of cum from a parade of healthy, strong, horny men jerking their cocks and filling cups with their hot seed. The thought sent shivers down Maria’s spine and made her pussy clench on her fingers. Her mouth watered.

Natalie returned shortly with a small plastic pitcher of cold water and a clear specimen container of thick, white liquid. Maria couldn’t help licking her lips and making a hungry little sound. The nurse opened the cup and handed it to her. Maria thought Natalie hesitated just a fraction of a second before passing her the sample, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Was Natalie turned on by this?