Katrina had tried it all. Before her marriage, she'd visited a hypnotherapist, who assured her that her oral fixation and need to suck cocks was curable within an hour session. At the conclusion of the hour, she'd found herself on her knees with the man's rigid cock pouring semen down her throat.
This same event repeated itself with the successive four hypnotherapists she tried, leading her to conclude that they were either very bad at their job, or that they just had no intention of removing a willing blowjob slut from the general population.
Katrina purchased self-help courses, those that claimed that overcoming any addiction was just a matter of brain training. After two weeks of listening to the course and watching the videos, she was still sucking cock at least eight times a week. The further nine courses she purchased and three seminars she'd attended only led to yet more hard cock in her mouth.
For three months, she'd made weekly appointments with a behavioral psychologist, discussing in depth her overwhelming need to have a throbbing log of cockmeat in her mouth and throat. The only thing that she'd gotten from those three months was a second oral fixation for licking her therapist's aroused pussy. Katrina had no lesbian tendencies and couldn't understand how burying her face in the woman's crotch and tongue fucking her to an orgasm turned her on so much, but the upside was that she no longer had to pay for her appointments with money.
Her husband, Will, had always known of his wife's addiction to having her airway plugged by cock. From their first date and all the way through to their marriage, Will had been the enthusiastic recipient of Katrina's innate need to suck and swallow. The daily, sometimes twice or thrice daily, sloppy, cock worshipping blowjobs of his bride to be practically ensured that Will never had a hardon for anyone else.
In fact, masturbation or even the thought of it became a distant memory as, over the months they dated, Will could pull his cock out at any time, in any location, and push it into Katrina's mouth. There was no argument, never a protest. Katrina simply went at his cock with gusto, sucking and slurping, until she'd been fed.
Naturally, one might assume that for any man, this sort of arrangement, this willingness and devotion to oral pleasure from his wife would be akin to something heavenly. However, Katrina's manic need to suck cock did create problems. The first of these was that Will wanted to fuck his wife. Katrina, though, found it difficult to orgasm or really get much pleasure from traditional intercourse.
Without a hefty dick plowing her suckhole and a hand on her head, Katrina just couldn't cum. This, inevitably, ended with Will feeling as though he was a selfish lover when he'd fuck Katrina's pussy, as he could tell that she really wasn't into it. Katrina, to her credit, assured him that this was not the case, eagerly sucking on his spent cock until it was hard again, and then masturbating herself to an orgasm while she sucked him.
The second problem was that Will, as time went on, found it more difficult to get his dick hard for sex. It wasn't that he didn't want the sex. It was more to do with the fact that his wife was constantly draining his cock with her mouth, usually two to three times in a day. Each morning, he'd awaken to Katrina suckling lovingly on his cock. He had no complaints about this, as it was an excellent way to be awakened. He'd grasp her hair firmly in his hand and use his wife's mouth to masturbate his cock, ensuring that both of them orgasmed delightfully to start their day.
Upon arriving home, Katrina would immediately begin throating his penis with vigor, unable to control herself. She'd stare up at him wildly as she sucked and sucked, cradling his balls as Will placed his hand firmly on her head and pasted her tongue with cum. If he was too tired or unable to perform, Katrina would assure him it was okay, but he could feel the disappointment in her and she'd be quite bitchy the entire evening, like a junkie in need of her fix. His wife would, then, need to be fed once more before bedtime.
Over the months of their marriage, Katrina had tried everything from therapy to self-help courses. She'd purchased fake cocks to suck on, lifelike toys that dispensed artificial cum, even a dildo gag that she could wear to keep her mouth filled. Gum. Lozenges. Nothing had the slightest effect on Katrina's lust for sucking hard, jerking, hot, veiny cocks until they plastered her mouth and throat.
Such was Katrina's addiction to man flesh using her lips, mouth and tongue for pleasure, that Katrina now found herself contemplating the unthinkable. Will was out of town for a work conference for an entire week. The first day of his absence, Katrina had been able to endure it by using the fake cock. She'd suction cupped the toy to the shower wall and throated it wildly in the morning, until it dispensed its gooey ejaculate.
It had been alright, but it hadn't been satisfying. The fake cock couldn't grab her hair and shove itself into her mouth. It couldn't call her a cocksucker or a cumslut. By the end of the first day, she'd used it four times and even done so with a vibrating toy in her cunt to see if that would help.
On the second day, she got more creative. Katrina downloaded an audio track of a man with a deep baritone voice, like Will's, and played it in her headphones as she blindfolded herself and went to work on the fake cock. The added stimulation, the voice in her ears telling her she was good, that she was a cumslut, a cocksucker, was a nice touch. But it wasn't a real dick, and it wasn't real cum. It wasn't a real man, and it couldn't manhandle her head into forceful submission.
By the third day, Katrina was anxious and snappy. She was performing poorly at work and had taken more than a few breaks to masturbate to rough blowjob porn in the toilets. This, though, only made her angrier that she had no one to fuck her face and feed her sperm. She couldn't even orgasm from the porn, which left her even more horny, frustrated, and upset.
When Will called that night, she'd snapped and yelled at him over the length of the grass on the lawn, and then for not fixing a broken drawer handle in the kitchen. After her tirade, she apologized, aware that she'd been a cunt for no good reason.
"I just really miss you," she said, "and I need to suck cock so bad."
"Just three more days, babe," Will soothed her, "Three more days and you can suck it all you want, alright? I really miss your sexy mouth, too."
The fourth day was unbearable. Katrina left work early, feigning illness, desperate for a dick to pump her suckhole. She wasn't thinking clearly. She booked an emergency appointment with her therapist, who cleared her calendar for Katrina to come in.
Upon arriving in the office, sweaty and flushed, the therapist locked the door and removed her panties from under her skirt. She gently eased Katrina to her knees in front of her, then sat back in her overlarge chair and pushed the married woman's face into her warm cunt.
"This is ruining your life, Katrina," the woman said, gripping Katrina's hair in her fist and grinding her fuckbox on her tongue, "Maybe it's time that you talked to Will about more desperate measures."
"Mph hnd m mshs?" Katrina asked.
"You're familiar with open marriages? Kink play?"
"Yth," Katrina mumbled into her cunt.
"Have you ever talked with Will about bringing another man into the bedroom?"
"Mm mm."
"Obviously, you'd have to talk about boundaries. This can't go on, though. In order for your relationship to work, you're going to have to have some kind of agreement. Every relationship is a give and take. Will wants to fuck your pussy. He loves you and he wants you to… yes, right there… fuck… he wants you to… mmm… to enjoy it."
"Hmm," Katrina agreed.
"You just don't enjoy sex without a cock fucking your mouth, which means you need more than one cock. It's not a perfect solution… Oh, God… Fuck!"
Pressing Katrina's talented mouth hard into her cunt, the therapist moaned and orgasmed on her patient's face. A moment passed while she recovered, stroking Katrina's hair. Katrina remained on her knees submissively. The doctor pulled roughly on her hair again, forcing Katrina to attend her once more.
She continued, "It's not a perfect solution, but if you don't take some action, you're going to end up cheating on your husband. You'll wind up kneeling on the floor of a bathroom stall with some homeless vagrant pushing his pulsing dick into your throat."
Katrina moaned into the doctor's cunt at the mental image.
"You'll find yourself in a gloryhole with some stranger's fat, erect penis pumping between your lips," the doctor said, and Katrina moaned again.
"You're probably even going to go so far as to get drunk at a bar and let some muscled stud with a nine-inch cock grab your hair and fuck your slutty mouth in a back alley. He'll, most likely, call his friends out to join him. Before you know it, you'll be servicing half the bar and letting them all jerk themselves off with your throat muscles. How are you ever going to look Will in the eye after drinking that much cum at one time?"
Katrina, worked up and on edge from four days of being denied cock, orgasmed purely from the imagined scenario and the shame of being made to lick out her therapist's cunt for her.
"You see?" said the doctor, "You can't trust yourself not to suck cock."