Please forgive the changes in perspective. This was a collaboration, originally, about a insatiable cum loving girl and her fabulously rich master.
Mission Impossible
“A present!” you exclaimed!
“Yes, a little thing for some play time.”
“What fun! I love you darling!”
“And I love you, my little pet.”
There were a few boxes, wrapped, complete with bows. A couple you were sure were clothes, one was most certainly shoes. Others you were unsure about.
I handed you the first. It was smaller, flat. You shook it and it rattled firmly.
You tore the wrapping paper.
“A…. stethoscope?”
“Yes. It’s part of your costume.”
“Are we going to play doctor?”
“Something like that.”
You opened the shoe box sized box. Sure enough, shoes.
“Uh… Crocs? What the fuck?”
“Yup. That’s what nurses wear.”
Your brow furrowed.
You opened the next that you thought would be clothes.
“Scrubs? It’s not the tight, white naughty nurse’s outfit I expected.”
“And, don’t forget this last one.”
You opened the last.
It held a lanyard like you’d wear around your neck. It had a picture ID on it. You looked very plain in the picture. The name said “Samantha Cumonskmi, RN”
“Oh, brother.”
You then noticed, it was really, really official looking. North Texas Sperm Physicians ….
“Samantha, you’re going undercover. And not just under the sheets for a change.
“After reading your dirty diary about wanting to get all the cum from the sperm bank, I had a guy do some hacking at the local sperm banks. We found this.”
I hand you a large envelope, sealed like the orders for a secret mission. You break the seal and find a medical record with a photo of a young man.
“Poor boy… His acne…. I hope I don’t have to-“
“This is William. He went to the sperm bank to donate thinking he could make some money. He told them he’d need more than one container. He filled two, then made a mess of the exam room. They had to mop it.
“They are infertility specialists who work with women, so they can’t help him and referred him to a urologist. He has an overwhelming testosterone production condition that leads to his acne. It also leads to a kind of… overaggressive sperm production. They tested him last week.
“I’m quoting here. “A single ejaculate in the human male can range from 2 to 10 mL, or about a third of an ounce. The patient produced 180 mL of semen in a single ejaculate, or about-“
“God. That’s six ounces. That’s like half a can of coke.”
“Yup.”
“I’m wet. I think I’m in love.”
“You dirty whore. They’re going to try and cure him. It causes all sort of issues for him. It will eventually kill him.”
“I bet. I bet his balls will bust. They must be like thick, ripe plums… Mmmmmm.”
“Maybe. But, your mission is to capture a semen sample, or two, or more. He has an appointment in two hours.
“I’ve setup single look alike exam room downstairs from his real clinic. Your ID badge will get you into the clinic, then you can walk into the waiting room, find him, and walk him downstairs to your exam room. He’s given a sample before, reluctantly. He was very embarrassed.
“In that room you’ll find a couch, gloves, and several large specimen containers.
“Explain you not only need a sample, you need to find the maximum amount of semen he can produce and so he’ll be giving repeated samples. You are a specialist in extracting them properly. At this point I’d suggest you bend slightly to let him see down your scrubs that you’re topless. You may have to resort to… extreme measures to get every possible sample.”
“I know my job, Spy Master Marko. I will bring glory to the motherland!”
“I know you will, Agent Cumonskmi.”
Normally when we go places we are driven in a limousine. Not one of those “party cars” but a respectable car, beautifully appointed. I may work, take work calls. You may do your art, or read, or you may be on my lap entertaining me. In this case, we take one of the more anonymous cars. It looks like a normal sedan, but it’s a race car underneath and scary fast.
I pull into the basement garage of a hospital professional building. Nearing the entrance to the elevators, I flash my lights once, and a car in the first parking space pulls out.
“I’ll be right here. There is a cooler in the exam room for all of the samples. Get all you can.”
Cumonskmi’s Story:
I hadn’t ever worn scrubs before, they felt like a big comfy pair of pajamas and the fact that I was topless under them made it even better. This entire situation had me in a perpetual state of arousal, more turned on than I should have been given the circumstances.
My mind couldn’t even focus on the pimpled face, or the laundry list of disorders that plagued my future patient, they didn’t even think of the fact that my Master had given me the best mission ever.
No instead all I could think about was the potential, the amount of cum that he could produce, the taste I could have, the feeling of his release all over me. I hoped to get messy, I hoped to make him happy, and as I showed my badge and walked through the back halls of the medical building I grabbed a random chart and moved forward.
I entered the waiting room, scanning and eagerly looking for my target, smiling as I called out his name. “William?” I said loud enough to make sure it could be heard. “Right this way please.” I said calmly, my voice giving off a gentle hum trying to arouse him with just words.
He seemed nervous and uncomfortable but I knew I could handle him, I knew I had what it took.
“My name is Nurse Cumonskmi, and today I am going to be in charge of gathering some samples from you.” I said with a smile as I pointed out the four large containers. He was reluctant right of the top.
“No but I heard this was all just supposed to be a checkup on my condition.” He said shaking his head in defiance, he didn’t want me to have his cum but I needed to get it.
“We are William.” I said as I leaned in, my hands touching his shoulders, my body dipping forward hoping he peeked down my shirt to my bare chest.
“We want only what’s best for you, but in order to do that I need to get some samples, I am a specialist in the field of extracting samples, my methods are not exactly normal but I am very hands on.” I said again, leaning forward practically whispering into his ear.
“May I have permission to extract a sample from you?” I asked again, my fingers lingering up his thighs as he trembled.
“Ma’am, please I just want to..” He muttered before I cut him off. My finger over his lips as I spoke again. “Call me nurse Cumonskmi and relax.” I said as I whispered in his ear before turning around to grab the first container. I made sure to put on a show, bending over too far down, exposing the bright red thong that I was wearing under the scrubs, I even took off my crocs and walked around with bare feet on the floor in case he was into that.
If he was in the right mind he might have noticed some red flags, there were gloves in the exam room, there was even a pair hanging out of my scubs pocket. Yet I didn’t wear any. Most nurses leave when they ask for a sample but I stayed. Then I of course eagerly and quickly began to pull down his pants, exposing his already hard cock to the cool air of then fake exam room.
“Oh someone is excited for their exam.” I said with a smile, unable to resist giving the pre-cum soaked head a kiss as I started to stroke it gently. My lipstick still present on the cock bright red.
“Hmmmm, here try this.” I moaned as I took his hand and placed it on my chest, the guy eagerly squeezing as I stoked his cock. He groaned as it started to spurt cum everywhere the first rope hitting me in the face and chest from shock. I quickly got the container and began to gather as he came had and what appeared to be endlessly. Filling the first and the second while spilling some all over my hands, face, and chest.
He groaned sounding more pain laced as he went along but I refused to stop stoking. I looked into his eyes, moaning, blowing warm air over his cock, and even giving his heavy balls a tickle.
“Hmm yes, baby cum for your nurse, do it for me.” I moaned my free hand messing my short hair up and looking at him more. Almost demanding that he have another hard orgasm so close together.
Sure enough he did, the endless stream continuing this time I was ready as he filled the other two large containers before panting as some extra ropes shot free, landing onto my hair, my scrubs, and even my face once more.
I smiled wide looking at him as he panted, spent and more than confused. I sealed the containers and placed them in the cooler where they would be safe before returning to him.
“I…I have never met a nurse that does that..” He muttered as he motioned to put his cock away. My hand interrupting him as he was about to touch the cum coated member.
“No let me, we wouldn’t want to stain your pants right?” I said as I dropped down again, wrapping my lips around his cock and sucking it clean, inch by inch, bit by bit until all that marked his cock was the bright ruby red of my lipstick. I then gently put the still stiff member back into his pants and stood up.
I made no move or motion to clean myself as I grabbed the cooler. “Okay Mr. William, someone will be by in a few minutes to check on you, if no one comes just go back up to the front okay?” I said as I held the cooler in my hands. “I have to take this to the lab.” I said again smiling wide as I left through the halls again, my face coated in cum and my feet bare as I drew more than a few stares before walking back into the car.
“I did it master!” I said with a cum covered smile as I stared at you.
The Escape
You heard the screech a moment after you stepped out of the exam room door, samples in hand.
“There she is! There’s the woman who took my boy!”
You turned to see a rather large woman and two security guards at the other end of the hall.
After one step, you decided Crocs were not running shoes. You kicked one off, then hopping on one foot you pulled off the other, then hurled it down the length of the hall. The guard in front ducked, and the shoe hit the screeching woman on the side of her face.
THWAPT!
Her hand went to her reddening face, then she stared at her hand in curiosity wondering what the thick sticky substance was that rubbed off the shoe.
“Damn. I missed part of a cum shot,” you thought as you began running the opposite direction towards the stairway that you had spied while walking the floor.
The last few steps in the hall you slid on your socks catching the handle of the door to stop yourself.
It didn’t budge. You noticed the red, blinking light on the keypunch next to the lock.
You remembered the ID around your neck and lowered it to the badge reader.
“Clank” went the door, then you went through wondering how difficult it would be to descend 6 flights, plus another to the basement parking garage, in stocking feet.
One floor down, and you’d still not heard the sound of guards entering the door behind you.
Almost to the next landing, you heard their door and the rattle of their keys as they chased after you.
On the second floor landing. Almost there!
Then the first floor stairway door opened, and a third guard stepped out in your way.
“Hold it right there. Come with me, ma’am.”
In the guard office, the 3 guards looked you over and couldn’t figure out what was going on.
“Well, her ID card is valid, it shows she’s an employee, but she should have been on the floor above….”
“How long have you worked here, Ms… Ms.. Cum-on-me?”
“It’s Nurse Cumonskmi,” you replied in your best Russian accent. “I’ve been here for years. I was taking these samples to the lab when that cow of a woman began screeching and scared the kakat’sya out of me.”
“That- uh, cow of a woman is the boy’s mother.”
“That ‘boy’ is a grown man. He was there willingly, to… engage in a medical procedure. Patient privacy, I cannot say more. Now, please give me my samples. This time sensitive. I must go.”
“We’re going to call the doctor’s office and get one of the doctor to come down and ID you. You’ll have to wait here.”
“I am a specialist. My time is valuable! I will be billing you my hourly rate!”
“A specialist?”
She sat back. “I specialize in retrieving sperm samples from patients for medical testing. That container you have. It is full of the patient’s sperm.”
The guard who had opened the cooler containing the samples set it down on the table, closing it. He looked sick, like he was going to gag.
“Are you sick? I am nurse. I trained to help.”
“Uhhh, no ma’am. I uh.”
“No, I specialist. Please, let me do my job.”
You dropped to your knees in front of the sitting guard while reaching to the belt of the guard standing next to you.
“I collect sample. We all have fun, yes? I collect sample, then I go.”
You pull off your scrub top revealing your perky breasts and tiny, erect nipples and bury your head into the sitting guard’s lap rubbing your face back and forth against the rough polyester fabric. You were not really excited, so you snuck in a quick nipple twist so the guards didn’t notice as you were pulling off the top. You give him a slight bite on the shaft through the pants. You heard the guard behind you on the phone.
“Uhhhh, no doctor. I’m sorry for bothering you. I think we have it all covered down here.”
Your left hand didn’t need your eyes. You can open a man’s belt and trousers with one hand without looking. As the other guard stepped next to you, your right hand did the same. You had the sitting guard’s belt already open using your teeth and had begun pulling down his zipper…..
You could see the car right outside the lobby doors, idling, with the passenger door open. You rushed into the car tossing in the sample case then jumped in to the seat with the mother exiting the elevator and beginning her bellow again.
“Swep om eht,” you said.
“Huh?”
“Swep om eht!”
Eyeing the stampeding woman behind you, I floor it. I realize you were saying “step on it.”
You’re frantically looking around the car as I make a corner and you are tossed around the seat. You cover your mouth with your hand.
“Wuuu da bottul?’
“Huh?” I ask, amused.
“WHUUU DA BOTTUL!?”
“Oh, the water bottle you were drinking before you got out? Here.”
You rolled down the window and pour out the water on the street, then put the bottle to your mouth.
I see you spit out cum into the bottle.
“You had specimen cups. Didn’t you have enough for the boy?”
“Not for the guards, too!”
We speed away as you tell me your story….
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/uawnd4/mission_impossible