Eleanor wasn’t the kind of woman who sat in a cafe in the middle of a Sunday afternoon contemplating sucking off a stranger. She ran a pharmaceutical research lab, for fuck’s sake! Her team was running clinical trials on a treatment that would revolutionize the world! But here she was, sitting at a table alone, clutching a large coffee with cream, hungry for the kind of cream that came from a man’s balls.

A week ago she would have been disgusted at the thought of putting a random guy’s cock in her mouth and swallowing his load. Honestly, she still didn’t like the idea. Not that she was a prude. She loved cock. Loved watching a nice, fat dick swell up and get hard because of her. Loved the feel of a big, throbbing cock pumping away in her pussy. But only in the confines of a private room, in a bed, with a man she cared about and who cared about her. Blowing some stranger in a public place? She wasn’t a slut. And what if someone saw her? She would die.

She’d been a good girl her whole life. Well, until last week, anyway. Now she couldn’t go more than a few hours without sucking down a load. She hadn’t swallowed cum since she’d surprised her fuck buddy this morning with a wakeup blowjob over six hours ago. She felt the now-familiar ache building inside her, a growing hunger that seemed to come from her belly and her pussy at the same time. Her nipples were hard, her pussy was throbbing, and she felt a growing urge to put something warm and hard and thick in her mouth. If she ignored it, she knew it would get worse and worse until she was a gibbering mess. The only way to relieve the hunger was to suck someone off and drink down a mouthful of hot, thick cum.

That fucking SafeSex protocol. Why had they thought using a retrovirus as a delivery system was a good idea? That virus had turned her world on its head, and she was worried it would do the same for the entire planet.

She took a sip of her latte and tried to think through the fog of lust. How to go about this? Just walk up to guy and ask if he wanted her to blow him? She’d never propositioned a man in her life. She’d never had to. It had always been the other way around. How did women do this? What did they say? Did they even need to say anything? Would any man be willing to stick his dick into a warm, wet hole? God, she hoped so.

This was the first time she’d had to deal with the hunger outside the safety of her home or lab. Since Tuesday, Eleanor and Anne, the team’s lab tech, had been getting their fix every few hours from the three men on her research team, who were themselves suffering the effects of the virus/ The men had developed a need to empty their balls inside a woman, any woman, at least several times a day.

She had thought she’d be able to handle a couple of hours while running errands, but the craving was growing too strong. She’d started to feel a tingling in her pussy while shopping and had been unable to focus on picking out new clothes. She’d fled the boutique and made it to the cafe. She’d thought she could sit for a bit, calm down, and then return to shopping. That hadn’t worked. The craving had gotten worse, and it was becoming unbearable. She had to have a cock in her, now.

So what the hell did she say? Did she try and make small talk with a guy and work up to asking if he would let her suck his dick? Or did she just come out and say it, right away? Something like, “Hi, I’m Eleanor. I’m experiencing a powerful sexual hunger, and I was wondering if you would mind opening your pants and letting me suck your cock. I need to swallow a big, warm load of your cum. Please?”

Fuck, that would be embarrassing. She snorted. No way she was saying that. But her hunger was increasing, and the need to suck a dick was overwhelming. She knew from the experience of the last few days that it would only grow. Soon she’d be a mess, drooling from both ends, unable to think at all, consumed with lust and the desire for cock. The idea of just walking up to a guy and blowing him was seeming less and less ridiculous as the minutes ticked by.

“Fuck it,” she said under her breath. “Better do this while I can still form sentences.”

She scanned the faces in the cafe and chose one at random. There was a guy in his late 20s sitting alone at a table not far from hers. He had dark hair, an open-collared shirt, and looked sexy. Then again, when she was feeling the effects of the virus like this, all men looked good. She just needed a cock, and any cock would do.

Eleanor got up, took her coffee and her courage, and walked over to him. She could do this. She could! It was just a blowjob. It wasn’t a big deal. She’d sucked cock hundreds of times. Probably nearly every woman she knew had had a cock in her mouth. Everybody did it.

Okay, so they had done it in private, and probably with someone they knew. So they had never blown a stranger in a coffee shop. But they had still had a dick in their mouths, right? It wasn’t THAT different, was it?

Oh god, what was she doing? She shouldn’t be doing this. It was humiliating to be so needy, so desperate for cock. Her nipples were hard as diamonds under her blouse, and her pussy was practically drooling down her leg. Her panties were soaked. She felt a rush of shame as she realized she was getting hornier at the thought of approaching him, of blowing him, of getting her fill of hot, thick cum to ease the craving.

She could do this. She could deal with sucking his cock to get his cum.

She sat down at his table.

He looked up, surprised. “Um, hi,” he said.

“Hi,” she said. “My name is Eleanor.”

“I’m Liam.”

Eleanor took a sip of her latte, trying to figure out what the hell she was going to say next. There really wasn’t a graceful way to go about this. She was just going to have to go for it.

“Liam, would you like a blowjob?”

He blinked at her, and his eyes went wide. He looked around the cafe. She did the same. No one was paying attention to them.

“Wow, um, what did you say?”

Eleanor felt her face heat up, and her heart raced. She didn’t want to have to repeat herself, but it seemed he was going to make her. She glanced down. His crotch was tented, his cock stiff. The bulge in his pants made her mouth water. Fuck it, she was doing this. She leaned closer.

“I said, ‘Would you like a blowjob?’”

He stared at her, clearly stunned. She continued before she lost her nerve.

“I’m sorry. I know this is awkward. It’s not something I normally do, but I really need a cock in my mouth. Please? You look like a nice guy, and I don’t have much time before this becomes, well, unbearable.”

Liam looked like a deer in headlights. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I’m dead serious. I’m horny as fuck, and I’m hungry for cock. Yours, if you’ll let me have it. I’ll blow you in the bathroom, right now. It’ll just take a few minutes.”

Liam blinked and shook his head. “I ... this place doesn’t have a bathroom.”

Eleanor had a moment of panic. If there wasn’t a bathroom, how was she going to get his cum? What did she do now? She couldn’t wait. Another five minutes, and she would be a drooling, brainless slut, unable to form a coherent sentence, driven only by the need to get a cock into her mouth. Fuck it, she’d have to blow him right here.