The first shift

The next morning he hiked back over from the small farmhouse he called home to the large industrial barn that housed his small lab, only to stop short. There was a line waiting outside his office. Hilda stood third in line and waved at him as he unlocked his door. As he grabbed his protective equipment his first patient stood hesitantly in the doorway. She was a young woman, late twenties, with shaggy brown hair and a lovely little face framed by sharp cheekbones. She wore jeans and a tank top, which clung tightly to her athletic frame. She smiled shyly and then rushed inside.

"Morning Autumn! How are you today?" She asked cheerfully.

"Um, I'm great, thank you. I’m sorry I didn’t see you at dinner last night. What’s your name?"

"I'm sorry, I’m Martha! Hilda said we finally got a new collection specialist, so I made sure to get a spot as soon as possible!" She said as she sat down on the bench.

"Oh, it’s nice to meet you. Did Hilda tell everyone…” he trailed off as he asked while looking at the line outside. He shuddered and closed the door behind her. She giggled. “We haven’t had a specialist in months, word was going to spread.” She shrugged slightly.

"Well, I'm glad to be here," he responded, trying to calm his nerves, "and yes, Hilda did say you guys were **** for help, so I hope I can make up for lost time."

She grinned. “That’s the attitude!” Martha stood and dropped her pants, revealing her swinging cock. It was the biggest cock he had ever seen. It was bigger than his arm! Autumn gaped, unable to speak.

"Go ahead and take a sample, it won't bite." She teased.

Autumn swallowed. He glanced over at the lab door, with the long line of women outside, all waiting patiently for their turn.

With him.

Autumn took a deep breath and stepped forward. He moved cautiously towards the woman's cock. She was standing, leaning against the bench, with her legs spread open. Autumn could see her pussy dripping. He kneeled down in front of her. With a trembling hand he reached out and touched her cock, stroking its fat head with his fingers. Her cock seemed to grow larger in his hand. Autumn swallowed as he felt the smooth skin of her cock growing slick and wet as she leaked all over his working hands. He could feel the heat radiating off of her cock. That smell. That smell was intoxicating.

He continued to stroke her, sliding his hands up and down her length, coating them with her slippery juice. She moaned loudly, pushing her hips into the air to meet his strokes. The blue gloves contrasted against her pale skin. “D-did you want to use the bench?” He asked. A bit belatedly since he was already on his knees with her fat cock inches from his waiting mouth.

“N-no, don’t stop.” She gasped. “S-so close!

He fought every instinct that screamed at him to just open his mouth and let her use his throat. Instead, clumsily maneuvering the beaker into position, not a moment too soon as her hips bucked, and she splattered the walls of the vessel with her hot sticky cream.

“Oh fuck, yes! Yes!!” she cried out.

Autumn stood up, clutching the beaker in both his hands. He looked at it, covered in white creamy splotches, then looked up at her, her eyes were glazed over in orgasmic bliss. He carefully labeled it and put it away in the fridge. She stretched languidly.

"There you go, you're amazing!" She said, with a smile. "Thanks for doing that so quickly!"

"Don't mention it, I'm glad to help." He said, his entire body shaking. He was so goddamn hard.

She laughed, "Like I said, we've been without a specialist for ages!"

"Well, I'll try to keep up with the demand. I hope you're happy with my work." He added shyly.

She smiled, as she finished getting dressed. "Well, we sure could get used to you!"

She left without sending the next one in, and he breathed a sigh of relief, thankful for the break. He felt something. He looked down. A white streak clung to the back of his hand. Just a drop. He brought it up closer to his face to look at it more closely. His mouth drooled. He flicked his tongue out without thinking, and was immediately overcome with pleasure. It was like all the buttons in his brain had been smashed at once. His cock twitched as a micro orgasm hit, sending his entire body shuddering.

He couldn't believe how much he liked it. He licked his lips, savoring the taste. Why did he do that?!?

He looked back at the door.

***

The rest of the day passed in a blur. It was like he was in a drunken haze, his cock at full mast the entire time. He broke for lunch and retreated to the bathroom to try and relieve some tension but it didn’t seem to help and pretty soon he was back in his office, milking the cocks of beautiful women.

His lab became busier and busier as the hours went by. He was constantly surrounded by beautiful naked women. One after another would approach him and ask him to take a sample, all the while staring at his bulging crotch, he was sure of it. He tried his best to be professional, but the constant attention was beginning to be more than he could bear.

Hours later he found himself sitting in his office, completely exhausted and aching from the countless sessions he had endured. But the line was gone. And his cock was still hard. He had never felt this way before. His cock was throbbing and leaking precum, and he needed release. He stood up and slowly crossed the room to his desk where he had left some lubricant. As he reached for it, he stopped.

What was he doing? This was wrong. He was supposed to be a professional. He was a geneticist, not some pervert! Autumn pulled the bottle back and sat down, defeated.

But he was horny. So fucking horny.