The sterile white walls of the doctor's office seemed to close in around Anna as she sat frozen in the stiff chair, her small hands trembling in her lap. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a harsh glow on the diplomas and anatomical charts that lined the room, while the faint scent of antiseptic mingled with her own rising panic. Dr. Patel leaned forward across the desk, his expression clinical yet patient, as he repeated the diagnosis in measured tones. "Anna, your condition requires you to consume four to five doses of fresh semen daily. The more, the better your chances of avoiding the debilitating symptoms—fatigue, dizziness, confusion. It must be newly ejaculated, as the potency diminishes quickly."

Anna's face burned with horror, her voice barely above a whisper, cracking with disbelief. "But... the taste, it's awful, and swallowing it like that—it's degrading, humiliating. I can't stand it. How could this be real?" Beside her, Tom gripped her hand tightly, his brow furrowed in concern, his voice laced with worry as he turned to the doctor. "Where would this even come from? I can only manage one load a day myself. Fresh from strangers? That doesn't feel safe or right."

The doctor nodded sympathetically, adjusting his glasses. "A gloryhole could provide anonymous access to fresh semen without direct interaction, if that's preferable. Many patients find it efficient for the required volume." Anna shook her head vehemently, her cheeks flushing deeper as embarrassment warred with the nausea twisting in her stomach. "No, I won't do that—sucking strangers' penises? What if... what if our roommates could help? John, Eric, Dave—they live with us. Maybe they could provide it instead?" Tom stiffened at the suggestion, but the doctor continued explaining the medical necessity, detailing how each fresh deposit would stabilize her system, the conversation unfolding in the quiet room as Anna's timid protests hung heavy in the air.

Anna and Tom stepped through the apartment door, the weight of the doctor's words still pressing on them like the humid evening air outside. The living room was alive with the usual evening sounds—Eric flipping through channels on the TV, Dave sprawled on the couch with his long legs stretched out, John nursing a beer at the kitchen counter, and Clara perched on the armrest beside Dave, her sharp eyes flicking up the moment they entered. Anna's face was already flushed, her small hands twisting the hem of her shirt as Tom cleared his throat. "Guys, we... we need to talk about something important. Anna's got this condition from the doctor. It means she has to... consume fresh semen, four or five times a day, or she gets really sick—dizzy, exhausted, everything."

Clara raised an eyebrow, a slow smirk curling her lips as she leaned forward. "Fresh semen? Like, straight from the source? Explain it properly, Anna. Don't sugarcoat it." Anna's voice came out small and shaky, her cheeks burning hotter under everyone's stares. "It's a rare thing... the doctor said my body needs it daily, newly ejaculated, because it loses potency fast. I hate it, the taste makes me sick, but without it I can't function. Tom can't do it all himself, so we thought... maybe you guys could help? In the bathroom, one at a time, just... finishing in my mouth?" The room fell quiet for a beat, Eric shifting uncomfortably while John set his beer down with a clink. Tom added quickly, his protective tone edged with reluctance, "No touching, though. Just that, and only if everyone's okay with it. She's my girlfriend—we're not turning this into anything else."

Dave chuckled low, already adjusting himself on the couch, but Clara cut in before anyone else could speak, her voice commanding and laced with mocking delight. "Hold on. If Anna's taking Dave's load every day, he's going to be too drained for me later. That's not happening unless she follows my rules. If she wants Dave's cum—or any of yours—she does it out here, in the living room, where I can watch. All of us can watch. No hiding in the bathroom like it's some shameful secret. Anna, you kneel right now if you agree to that." Anna froze, her timid eyes darting to Tom for help, her voice barely above a whisper as embarrassment flooded her. "Clara, please... it's humiliating enough without everyone staring. I don't want to say those words or do it like this. Can't it just be private? The doctor mentioned a gloryhole, but I thought roommates would be easier, less degrading."

Tom's jaw tightened, his hand on Anna's shoulder as he protested, "Clara, that's not what we discussed. She's already mortified—she won't even call it a cock or pussy, for God's sake. This is medical, not some show." But Clara's gaze stayed locked on Anna, enjoying every flicker of shame crossing her face. "Your choice, Anna. Kneel or find another way. Dave's not wasting it on you behind closed doors." Anna swallowed hard, the heat in her cheeks spreading down her neck as a strange, conflicted flutter stirred in her stomach despite her horror—she hated this, the idea of all eyes on her, yet something buried deep made her pulse quicken. "I... I agree," she murmured, her voice cracking. "But only because I have to. No one touches me, like Tom said. And I'll use the words I want—penis, not... those others."

Clara's smile widened triumphantly as she gestured to the floor. "Then get on your knees, Anna. Right now. Let's see how this 'necessary dose' works in the open." Anna hesitated, her legs feeling weak as she lowered herself slowly onto the carpet, the rough texture biting into her skin through her thin skirt, her small breasts rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. The guys exchanged glances—Eric leaning in with curiosity, John shifting in his seat, Dave's passive nod signaling his willingness—while Tom stood rigid beside her, his reluctance palpable in the tense set of his shoulders. Anna's voice trembled as she looked up, "This is so embarrassing... all of you watching me wait like this. I can't believe I'm doing it." Clara laughed softly, already directing the scene with a wave. "Good girl. Now, who wants to go first? And Anna, remember—no complaints about the taste or the mess. You're getting exactly what you need."

Clara's gaze sharpened as she nudged Eric with her elbow, her voice dripping with command. "Eric, you're up first. Get that cock out and show Anna what she needs." Eric stood slowly, his eyes flicking between Anna's flushed face and Tom's rigid posture, a curious edge to his tone as he unbuckled his pants. "You sure about this, Anna? I mean, right here with everyone watching?" Anna's knees ached against the carpet, her small breasts heaving under her shirt as humiliation burned through her, yet that hidden flutter in her core made her thighs press together. She parted her lips obediently, the words catching in her throat. "I... I have to," she whispered, her face twisting in disgust at the sight of his hardening penis, the veiny shaft already twitching in his fist as he began to stroke it inches from her mouth. The wet sound of his hand sliding over the shaft filled the room, precum beading at the tip and glistening under the lamp light, while Clara leaned forward with a mocking smile. "Look at her, opening up like a good little cumslut already. Slower, Eric—make her wait for every drop."

Eric's hand pumped steadily, his balls tightening as he edged closer, the head of his cock brushing her lower lip and leaving a salty smear she couldn't wipe away. "You really want this load down your throat, Anna? Nod if you do." She nodded once, eyes wide with revulsion, the taste of his precum already making her stomach churn even as her pulse raced at the exposure. His strokes quickened, the slick glide of skin on skin echoing, until his hips jerked forward and thick ropes of cum erupted straight into her open mouth—hot, viscous spurts coating her tongue in heavy pulses, the musky flavor flooding her senses as he moaned low. Anna gagged sharply, her throat working to swallow the first bitter mouthful, tears pricking her eyes while the rest slid down in sticky waves. Tom turned his head away, jaw clenched, muttering, "Fuck, Anna, you don't have to—" but she forced it down, nearly retching as the last trickle coated her throat.

John moved in without hesitation once Eric stepped back, already freeing his own cock and fisting it with rough urgency. "My turn—watch this, Anna." He stood over her, the head aimed at her parted lips as he jerked faster, his balls slapping against his palm with each stroke. Cum burst forth in sudden jets, most splashing across her tongue but some missing to streak her chin and cheeks in warm, pearly lines that dripped toward her neck. Anna recoiled at the mess, humiliation crashing over her as the sticky fluid clung to her skin, the room's air cool against the wet trails. Clara's laugh cut through, sharp and delighted. "Oops, what a sloppy little slut—can't even take it all clean. Lick it up with your fingers, Anna. Show us how desperate you are for every bit." Anna's hands trembled as she scooped the stray cum from her face, bringing it to her lips with a shuddering breath, the salty bitterness making her eyes water as she swallowed it down amid the wet sounds of her own reluctant sucking on her fingertips.

The spill lingered in the air, prompting Anna to glance up at Tom with pleading eyes, her voice small and shaky despite the disgust twisting her features. "Tom... maybe next time I could put my mouth right on the tip of their penises? So nothing spills like that?" Tom hesitated, his protective instincts warring with the scene unfolding, but he nodded reluctantly, voice tight. "If it helps you... yeah, just the tip, nothing more." Clara smirked from her perch, already directing the next shift. "Smart request from our little cum-hungry roommate. Dave, you're next—let's see if she can handle that monster without choking."

Dave rose with his usual quiet passivity, unzipping to reveal his cock—thicker and longer than any Anna had seen, the heavy shaft veined and pulsing as it sprang free, the broad head already leaking. Anna's eyes widened at the sheer size, her lips parting hesitantly as she leaned forward to seal them around just the tip as agreed, struggling to stretch her mouth over the girth without taking more. The heat of it filled her senses, the salty tang of precum coating her tongue instantly, her small hands bracing on his thighs for balance while Clara watched with open glee. Dave's hand wrapped around the base and began stroking in long, deliberate pulls, the motion making the head swell against her lips. "Relax, Anna— it'll be a big one," he murmured, his pace building until his balls drew up and a massive flood of cum erupted directly into her mouth, thick and overwhelming in volume, forcing her cheeks to bulge as it poured in heavy spurts she could barely contain.

Anna's eyes went wide with shock at the sheer quantity, the hot, viscous load flooding her throat and threatening to spill out around her stretched lips, the taste hitting her like a wave of nausea even as her hidden arousal twisted deeper into shame. She swallowed in desperate gulps, struggling against the gag reflex as rope after rope slid down, her throat working visibly while saliva and stray cum mixed at the corners of her mouth. Clara's voice slithered out, laced with mocking triumph as Anna lapped at the last oozing drops clinging to the tip. "Look at you, our perfect little slut, gulping down that huge load like you were born for it—can't get enough, can you?"

The next day, Anna remained on her knees, her lips still glistening with stray traces of Dave's thick cum as the last bitter swallow burned down her throat, her small breasts rising and falling rapidly beneath her shirt while shame flooded her cheeks. Clara's mocking words hung in the air, but then the dominant woman leaned forward with a cruel smirk, her eyes locked on Anna's trembling form. "That was just the appetizer, slut. If you want Dave's real dose today without any spills or shortcuts, you're going to suck every cock properly from now on—no more lazy handjobs. Open wide and use that mouth like the cum-hungry whore you are."

Tom shot up from the couch, his face flushed with anger as he glared at Clara. "That's enough, Clara! She doesn't have to degrade herself like that—she's already swallowing their loads for this stupid condition. Anna, you don't have to do this."

Anna looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes, her voice soft and shaky as she whispered, "Tom, I... I already have to swallow their semen every day. If Clara says sucking their penises is the only way to get Dave's today without it going everywhere, maybe I should just... just do it. It might be quicker."

Tom clenched his fists but sank back down reluctantly, muttering curses under his breath while Mia and Mike watched from the side with curious, enabling glances. "Fine," he muttered, "but this is the last time we let her push you like this."

With a defeated sigh, Anna shuffled forward on the carpet until she knelt directly in front of John, her hands trembling as she reached up to unbuckle his pants and free his already hardening cock, the thick shaft springing out hot and veined against her palm. She glanced desperately at Clara one last time, hoping for mercy, but the woman's commanding stare offered none, so Anna turned her gaze to Tom's worried face before slowly parting her lips and guiding the swollen head of John's cock into her mouth. The musky taste hit her tongue immediately as she sealed her lips around the ridge, her tongue flattening reluctantly against the underside while she began to suck with noisy, wet slurps that echoed through the room, saliva already dripping down the shaft in shiny trails. John's hips twitched forward as she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with each pull, the head pressing toward the back of her throat and making her gag softly, yet the rhythmic bobbing of her head sent an unwanted heat pooling between her thighs. She sucked harder, the obscene wet sounds of her mouth working over his cock filling the silence, precum leaking steadily onto her tongue in salty bursts she couldn't avoid swallowing.

Anna pulled off John's cock with a gasp only to shift over to Eric, her lips wrapping around his thickening shaft next as she sucked him in with the same reluctant rhythm, her tongue swirling awkwardly around the head while her hand stroked the base. The room filled with her messy slurping noises, saliva coating his balls as they tightened, and Eric groaned above

Anna's Necessary Dose