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Katrina's Addiction: Passion Palace (Illustrated)

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.