McGee to the Rescue

You were relieved to hear the series of distant hisses of doors sliding open and then Doctor McGee rushed into the room.

“Oh my god!” she cried out, running up to you and your malfunctioning jerk off bot which was starting to smoke from the top of its monitor head. It made threatening fizzing and popping noises that you were trying very hard to ignore. The doctor assessed the situation quickly, staring at your swollen cock in the robot’s grip, then went behind it. “I’ll get you out just hold on a moment,” she reassured you quickly, though you really didn’t have much of choice in the matter. She opened a hatch on 669’s back, and after a few seconds of study, roughly yanked out a bunch of wires and tubes. You felt immediate relief as the hand’s eased and you unsheathed yourself from its deathgrip around your dick.

McGee was now next to you and looked even more concerned than you felt as she stared at your penis. “Are you hurt?” she asked, genuinely worried what with the painful red marks left behind by 669’s fingers. Fortunately it only looked bad, you actually felt fine now that you were free, and the cooling effect of the lubricant helped, which at this point was excessively dripping down your balls and inner thighs.

“I’m okay,” you said. “Well… my cock is. My hands though…” You had your palms upturned and grimaced looking at them yourself. The skin was crimson and looked like it may start blistering. Seeing this the doctor nodded and fetched a first aid kit from the wall. She applied a soothing gel on your hands and you winced but could feel it start to temper the pain. With your injuries basically taken care of she noticed how wet and slimy your somehow still stiff erection was and pursed her lips.

“How did you think it was a good idea to empty a guardian of machine lubricant?” she questioned, shaking her head.

“It wasn’t my idea!” you said defensively. “It just … kept pumping it out while it pumped me.”

“While it pumped y-” she started, then thought better of questioning your phrasing and sighed. She couldn’t get too mad at you what with the injury to your hands and getting your dick clamped by a robot. You saw her expression shift to the one you had seen while watching her puzzle out a problem earlier in the day; A crease of concentration above her perfect eyebrow, light lip bite of that fuller lower lip. “We still need to get your sample,” she said, thinking out loud. “And your hands are no good.”

“I think I’m done getting a hand from the robots too,” you noted, shrinking back a little as two guardians floated into the room to carry 669 out for repairs. The doctor nodded understandingly, her eyes drifting over your crotch. She still had that problem solving face on, and you wondered what she was thinking of. Maybe jury rigging some kind of makeshift fleshlight out of-

“I’ll do it,” she declared. All thoughts disappeared for a moment as you stared at the beautiful scientist. “I’ll help you extract the sample.”

“Y-y-you will?” you stammered, and you had to wonder if this wasn’t a dream. After all you were in space and being offered a handy from one of your career heroes.

“Do you not want my assistance?” she asked, expression hard to read.

“No! I mean... I do! I just … I wasn’t expecting the offer,” you said. She took a deep breath and sighed her mighty sigh.

“We need to do so much analysis and time is precious,” Tina explained. “If this will get the sample out of you more efficiently then we should just proceed.” So then doctor was just being pragmatic. Whatever reasoning was absolutely fine with you.

“Okay,” you acquiesced, smiling. Another sigh and she waved for you to move over to a pair of chairs by a console table and she sat down. “I think this might be better if I stay standing,” you suggested, letting your erection hover by her at shoulder level.

“I suppose it would be a better angle,” she agreed, reaching into the first aid box for a pair of gloves. You were a little disappointed that she felt the need, but at the same time found this strangely clinical setup arousing as she snapped the gloves on. Then she grabbed your hard cock without so much as a warning or word and you yelped. She gave you a look, raising an eyebrow, but started to stroke you slowly. The sound of the latex glove and the cool lube on your dick was almost surreal especially with the doctor’s face right there and getting closer as she inspected every veiny inch of you she was touching. It was an intense study. Her grip was nice and firm too. Practiced. This wasn’t the first time she had given a handjob but you weren’t about to ask her about her sexual history. She started to massage your balls with her other hand with an almost professional air and you were caught off guard again. This felt so amazing, and handjobs from another person weren’t always the best since nobody could really compare to your own expertise in the field, but damn if Doctor McGee wasn’t right up there. The sensation of the glove was different and uniquely pleasant. You could feel the warmth of her hand through the coolness of the lube.

“Tell me when you get close,” she said, snapping you an attentive nod. You had been concentrating on just how pretty she was while she concentrated on making you cum with her hands. Those high cheek bones and pouty lips were so needing a coat of your hot paint, but that wasn’t the point of this. Your enjoyment also wasn’t the point of this but this was so incredible you were having hard time keeping a straight face. And, though you weren’t a mind reader, you could see that Tina wasn’t completely hating this right now. She seem fascinated in fact with the way you throbbed and got harder as she pulled on you. She would get firmer with her grip and increase her pace as it went on, and she kept silently wanking you for a good couple of minutes since your previously built up pleasure had mostly been negated by 669’s malfunction. But the doctor was making quick work of you, just because of how dreamlike this was, and you considered not warning her as the end neared. You remained professional though… you wanted to keep this gig.

“Keep doing that, you’re gonna make me cum, Tina,” you told her, and you saw her eye twitch at you using her first name but she reached over to grab an empty container. She brought it up to the tip of your cock, trying to adjust her grip as she multi-tasked, and that’s where the lubricant struck again. You felt the familiar lurch in your balls as the first shot rushed up, and you couldn’t help thrusting forward a bit. Your swollen head tapped the mouth of the glass and that was enough **** to knock it out of the doctor’s slippery grip, the container falling as the first volley fired. With her reflex to try and catch the receptacle she leaned forward and copped a hit of your jizz in the chin. This made her reel back and the glass shattered on the floor by your feet, which were now rooted in place as the pleasure of orgasm coursed through you and out of your dick. The doctor was in a state of shock, letting go of you as your cock started to spurt but without a hand to help you jerk it out you felt your heart drop while your dick spasmed. Then, in seconds, the doctor had taken off one of her gloves then grabbed your cock again with her still gloved hand. She began stroking your load out onto her bare hand, that look of concerted effort on her face only slightly marred by a couple of streaks of your semen. She went back to squeezing the length of you with a spine tingling efficiency.

God it felt good to have her milk the cum out of you. You grunted as you watched the puddle overflow in her palm, your load so big she couldn’t hope to contain it all with such slender fingers. It dripped onto her lab coat, the hem of her skirt and onto her bare knee and a bit of her thigh. She ignored it and kept jerking you until you were wheezing and finally done.

When she let you go, she kicked a foot and her chair swooshed over to another table where a few receptacles stood. Taking one as she swivelled she kept it steady on the table and started to tip your still warm sample in. A few seconds later she appeared to be done and she stood, hand held out to one side like she had sticky stuff stuck to it… because she did. When she turned to look at you there was still cum dripping off her chin.

“That was close,” she sighed, nonchalant even though she had bits of you all over her. You could only stand there awkwardly, erection barely flagging, burned hands still tingling. She walked over to you as she pulled off her other glove, dropping it into a nearby biohazard bin, then pulled your pants up for you.

“Sorry about that,” you said, waving vaguely at her chin with your stiff hands. Her eyebrows rose as if she had forgotten about it.

“Oh... oh right. That’s okay,” she said, wiping at your leavings with the back of her hand. “Occupational hazard.” She absently licked her lips which definitely had been in the splash zone. “Let me go clean up and I’ll take a proper look at those hands.” She brushed past you and you watched her order a guardian to clean up the broken glass, then she left. You were still basking in the afterglow of getting jerked off by your scientific idol.