The Extraction Clinic [M38] [F40's] [F28] [Clinical] [Sci-Fi] [AI] [Nurse] [Handjob]

In the quiet hum of the afternoon, a solitary figure stumbled into the unassuming clinic. The walls were a calming shade of eggshell white, and the faint scent of antiseptic filled the air. The receptionist, a young lady with a cheery smile and hair tied back in a bun, barely glanced up from her computer screen as she handed over a clipboard with a pen attached by a string. "Just fill these out, hon," she said, "Dr. Hartwell will be with you in a jiffy." 

The man, let's call him Alex, took a seat in the waiting room and surveyed his surroundings. The furniture was the typical blend of comfort and practicality found in medical offices everywhere. The TV mounted to the wall played a loop of educational programs about the importance of regular checkups and the benefits of a balanced diet. He began to scribble answers on the forms, his hand moving across the page with the practiced ease of a man who's filled out his fair share of medical paperwork. 

The door to the exam room swung open with a gentle creak, revealing a stout, middle-aged nurse with a comforting smile. "Alex?" she called out, her voice a mix of professionalism and warmth. He looked up and nodded, tucking the pen into his shirt pocket as he approached her. "First time here?" she inquired, her gaze flicking over his face. He nodded again, feeling a knot of nervousness forming in his stomach. "Don't worry," she said, patting his shoulder, "We're going to make sure you're as comfortable as can be." 

Once inside the room, the nurse introduced herself as Nurse Aly. She had a no-nonsense attitude that Alex found reassuring. She explained the procedure with a kind of bluntness that was refreshing in a world often shrouded in medical jargon. But when she mentioned the "unique process" for achieving peak arousal, his eyes widened. "It's nothing to be shy about," she assured him, "We just want to ensure the best possible quality for the, uh, donation." She handed him the questionnaire with a knowing wink, and he took a deep breath before diving into the surprisingly explicit questions. 

Nurse Aly stepped out of the room, leaving Alex to his thoughts. He couldn't help but feel a peculiar mix of excitement and anxiety as he described his ideal partner on the page. The level of detail was almost unsettling, but he figured it was all in the name of science. After all, this was a professional clinic, wasn't it? He didn't dare to imagine what might happen next. 

When Nurse Aly returned, she wasn't alone. The woman who followed her into the room was a living, breathing embodiment of the descriptions he'd just jotted down. It was as if he'd conjured her from his own fantasies. Her skin was a canvas of intricate tattoos, and her eyes sparkled like sapphires. She was petite but had the kind of muscular frame that spoke of hours spent in the gym, her body a symphony of strength and grace. The neon lingerie she wore left little to the imagination, and her confidence was palpable.

"This is Taylor," Nurse Aly announced, her voice steady, almost proud. She remained seated in the corner, clipboard resting lightly on her knee, her gaze watchful but not intrusive. "She'll be assisting you today."

Taylor didn't rush to him. She lingered by the door for a beat, letting the weight of her presence fill the room. Her eyes — impossibly blue, impossibly certain — found his, and Alex felt his chest tighten, his hands clenching into nervous fists on his thighs.

"You're tense," Taylor murmured, stepping closer with the easy grace of a commanding confidence of someone who knew there was no need to hurry. "That’s normal."

Her voice slid over him like warm silk. Alex swallowed hard, heart pounding loud in his ears.

"Stand up," she said gently, "and take off your shirt for me."

Alex hesitated, heat flushing his cheeks, but then — with trembling fingers — he obeyed. The cotton caught briefly around his shoulders before he yanked it free, exposing pale skin to the cool, sterile air.

From the corner, Nurse Aly watched carefully, her pen scratching lightly across the clipboard. But her expression wasn’t cold — it was patient, approving, almost... tender.

Taylor moved in closer. She lifted a hand, the backs of her knuckles barely grazing his chest. The touch was feather-light, electrifying. Alex exhaled sharply, the tension bleeding from him under her careful, deliberate attention.

"Good boy," Nurse Aly said softly, almost to herself, her voice a calm thread weaving through the charged silence.

Taylor smiled — a slow, wicked thing — and brushed a fingertip down the center of his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake. She didn’t rush. She explored, taking her time, letting anticipation coil tighter and tighter inside him.

"You're doing perfectly," Nurse Aly added from her seat, her tone a soft encouragement as she made another careful note. Her steady presence was somehow both clinical and comforting — a strange tether to the reality Alex felt slipping further away with every brush of Taylor’s fingers.

Taylor leaned in, so close he could feel the warmth of her breath against his neck.

"Let's make this feel good for you," she whispered, the promise curling between them like smoke.

And Alex — trembling, wide-eyed, completely undone — could only nod.

Her eyes never left his, and she whispered sweet nothings about her desire to serve him, to make sure he felt good. Taylor's fingers danced lower. Teasing. Testing. When they finally wrapped around his cock, Alex nearly buckled — her grip was firm, perfect, maddening. The room grew thick with anticipation as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "I'm going to drain you," she murmured, "Every last drop." The head nurse nodded in approval, her gaze unwavering. 

Taylor’s hand moved lower, tracing the faint line of hair that disappeared beneath Alex’s waistband. She wasn’t hurried. She took her time, her fingers light and teasing, drawing tiny shapes over his skin until he was trembling from the anticipation alone.

Alex’s cock strained against the thin fabric of his shorts, and when Taylor finally slipped her hand inside, the faintest sigh escaped his lips. Her fingers wrapped around him — warm, firm, achingly gentle.

From her chair in the corner, Nurse Aly watched with calm, clinical attention, her pen tapping lightly against her clipboard.

"Good," Aly murmured, almost to herself. "Very good responsiveness."

Taylor slowly, deliberately, stroked Alex’s length, her hands doused and covering him in medical lubricant . Her touch was maddeningly slow, her eyes locked onto his, a wicked little smile curving her mouth.

"You feel so good in my hand," she whispered, her voice a soft purr.

Alex bit his lip, his hips giving a small, involuntary thrust into her fist. The air between them grew thick, electric, the only sounds the wet slide of Taylor’s hand and the shallow, ragged breaths tearing from his throat.

Minutes stretched. Taylor played him like an instrument, slow and patient, building him higher, then letting him simmer. As her slick hand glided up and down his shaft with steady, worshipful strokes, she leaned close, her breath tickling his ear.

"Mmm, you feel so full," she murmured, her voice low and hungry. "So much pressure... just waiting to be milked out."

She dragged her fingertips lightly down his shaft, making him shudder, then wrapped her hand back around him firmly. "I’m going to drain you, baby," she whispered, stroking him with torturous slowness. "Little by little... every last drop. You won’t have anything left when I’m done."

Alex whimpered under her relentless touch, hips twitching, his cock aching in her grasp. Taylor chuckled softly, savoring his helplessness. "Feels good, doesn't it?" she cooed. "Feels so good to let me take it... to let me *milk* you dry."

Her pace shifted — a little faster, a little firmer — just enough to make him gasp.

"You're getting closer," she teased, her voice a silky purr. "I can feel it. Your cock’s throbbing for me... begging me to finish you off. To make you release everything you're holding inside."

She kissed the head of his cock lightly, sending jolts through his overstimulated nerves, before stroking him again with renewed purpose. "I love emptying good boys like you," Taylor went on, her voice a heady mixture of affection and filth. "Taking all that thick, hot cum... feeling you pour it out for me. You’re doing so good. Don’t fight it."

Her hand twisted lightly at the tip, sending another sharp wave through him.

"I’m going to keep milking you until you're spent," she promised, her tone almost reverent. "Until there’s nothing left but sweet, aching emptiness." Alex moaned, his body shaking, the tension mounting to unbearable heights. And still Taylor worked him, keeping him trapped at the edge, teasing him with her words, her touch, her endless patience — until the moment he broke.

Aly remained seated, legs crossed neatly, her expression serene and focused. She let Taylor do her work, observing every twitch, every gasp, making notes only when necessary.

Alex could feel it gathering — hot and inevitable — deep in his gut.

"I..." he gasped, voice breaking. "I'm gonna cum."

Only then did Nurse Aly move. Graceful and unhurried, she rose from her chair and approached. Her presence was grounding — calm amidst the storm rising in Alex’s blood. Taylor shifted, parting her breasts, their slick curves glistening. Aly slipped the collection cup between them, nestling it securely. With her free hand, Aly cupped Alex’s balls, massaging them with slow, firm strokes — tender but deliberate, an expert’s touch.

"There we go," Aly murmured, her voice soft and warm like a blanket pulled up over trembling shoulders. "Such a good boy, giving us everything you have."

Alex groaned, every muscle in his body tightening.

"You're doing just perfectly," Aly continued, her fingers working his sensitive sac with slow, coaxing circles. "Let it happen, sweetheart. Don't hold back."

Taylor’s strokes quickened, her body pressed close, her tits squeezing lightly around the cup.

"That’s it," Aly whispered, leaning closer so her words spilled right into his ear. "Just let yourself go. We’re right here to catch you."

"I’m going to cum!" he gasped, his voice ragged.

Aly’s hands were gentle, but firm as she kept massaging him, encouraging him through the final moments. "That’s it, baby. Let it out. You’ve been holding it in so long... You’ve done so well."

Taylor held the collection cup steady between her breasts, ready to catch every drop as Alex’s release surged through him. His body shuddered, the first hot rope of cum shooting into the cup. Taylor continued to milk him, coaxing out every drop, her strokes rhythmic, pulling it all out.

"Good boy," Aly said softly, her hand caressing the back of his neck as she spoke to him with deep affection. "You’ve done so well for us."

The last few spurts of cum filled the cup, and Taylor kept her hand on him, milking him gently until he was completely drained.

"Such a good boy," Aly whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. "You made us so proud. So proud of everything you’ve given us."

Taylor smiled at the both of them, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "I love this job!" she said, voice full of pride. "He did so well."