Calling in the Milker

"You could keep fucking and you still wouldn't miss a beat, would you," Dr. Poppinpuus shuddered at the thought. "Don't you realize what this means?"

Sam shuddered as well. He was distracted. Not by thought of being able to fuck without end, but because he could feel the semen collecting in his balls, like a the water level of a canteen rising.

"We need to do more tests," the cummy doctor said to herself. "Yes, this could be discovery of a lifetime." She turned to Sam, who was staring down at his penis, still surprised that was still up and, in fact, yearning for more pussy. "First, we'll have to establish that it is actually being caused by your IV." She approached him and leaned forward to pull the needle out of his arm, give him another eyeful of cleavage.

Sam responded by fondling her round ass cheeks. "So what now?" He asked, staring at her exposed tits.

She looked down at him and smiled. "We need to drain you," she said. "Completely."

Sam looked up at her, excited. He started to guide her hips down to his, but the doctor stopped him.

"Tsk, tsk," she said. "I know I said we might get the chance to fuck, but this is far more important. We have an expert who we call when we need to make sure a male subject is absolutely tapped out." She walked back to the intercom by the door.

"Front desk?" she said "Call personnel and tell them I need Daisy in First Aid room 623 right away... Thank you."

After the call, Dr. Poppinpuus sat in a chair by the bed and the two waited in awkward silence, avoid each other's gaze. Every so often, Sam would catch he staring at his cock with fiery, lustful eyes. His cock stayed rock-solid. He felt a familiar lack of control over his own body. He wanted to reach out and touch her, grope her, fuck her silly. But he also knew she would rebuff his advances, so he waited.

After a few minutes, the door opened and in walked a tall woman with dirty blonde hair wearing a form-fitting set of nurse's scrubs. Not even the most clinical clothing, however, could disguise the fact that this woman was stacked. She had what he assumed were the largest tits and buns Sam had ever seen.

"Sam," Dr. Poppinpuus said, "this is Daisy Milker. She was a pornstar in Sweden with a particular talent..." Sam gulped. "We don't know how yet, but we have data suggesting that Ms. Milker can get more cum out of a man than most women."

"Hello, darling," the milker said. "I've heard so much about about you. You simply must tell what's happening here?"

Sam stared at her for a moment, enraptured with lust, before he realized he needed to respond. "It's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Milkbags... I MEAN MS. MILKER!"

Fortunately for him, Daisy was not fazed by his awkward display. She responding by pushing her tits together seductively and blowing him a kiss. Sam was clearly about to blow a gasket.

"So basically..." he explained the whole story; his arrival, Charlene, the "tests." As he told the story he started to stroke his cock a couple of times, which earned him a slap on the wrist from the good Dr. Poppinpuus.

"We need to figure out whether or not we've achieved our ultimate goal, here, Daisy," Dr. Poppinpuus explained. "And to do that, we need to make sure that Sam's tank is completely dry." Sam groaned from the pressure built up in his groin.

"Ya," the milker said, nodding. "Okay. So we clean him out then." She turned to Sam, pressed her chest into him as she knelt down close and whispered into his ear. "So ok Mistah big-cock, how is this going to go? Do you want to Fuck me or do I get to Fuck you?"