Gloria the scientist

"Fuck ... !" Gloria whispered as she stared slack-jawed at my cock pulsing and ejaculating into her tightly-held bag. "I can't believe the size of this load!" she confessed.

"Believe it, it's a pretty regular occurence," I bragged coolly.

"Whisper will need to keep you properly ... hydrated!"

At last I was done, and Gloria hefted the bag. I figured I gave a good half pint.

"Um ... Um ... " At last she looked away from the bag and got her brain working again. "I'm going to go take this down to a lab and have it analyzed -- but don't worry, I'll be right back, to talk with you about what Whisper will be doing."

"I'm always here, Dr. Steinmetz."

I watched some TV, looking forward to what Gloria might tell me -- and then in mere minutes, I got interrupted. The Matron came in and shut the door with her back.

"You bastard," she murmured at me, and seemed halfway serious. "I swore to myself I'd be good today. I would just stay out there at the nurses' station and do my job. It's your fault that I'm here."

"Mine?" I wasn't sure "fault" was the right word, but first things first.

"I just looked up for a split second, and I happened to notice Gloria walking past with that ... bag ... and I knew it had to be your ejaculate ... and then I thought about you ejaculating ... and I couldn't bear it. I might have been able to make it today, I was all the way down the corridor, away from ... " She gulped. " ... your ... charms ... " She stared pointedly at my cock. "I thought I was safe, for once -- but then you had to go shoving your virility right in my face, when I saw that bag! You bastard ... "

Seeing that being a "bastard" had something to do with the Matron undoing and removing her blouse, I didn't mind it so much.