Wendy laughed shortly, without mirth, then said, "You-you did that very quickly, Stevie. Do you think you could take orders from a woman…from me?"
His voice was hoarse as he took a long pull from his drink and said, "Wendy, baby, I don't know what you have in mind, but right now I think I would gladly murder for you. If you want a serious answer, no, I don't have any hang-up about taking orders from a woman-especially you," he grinned, his hand dropping down to hold his rapidly stretching penis.
Not wanting to lose control of the conversation, or her own emotions, Wendy averted her eyes as he began stroking himself, exhibiting his strength and size like a prize stallion as he grinned down at her. "Stevie, I don't want you to misunderstand what I'm about to tell you. I think I showed you last night how much I liked you, how much I wanted you. I'm telling you this so you won't think I'm some sort of mercenary monster, interested only in your maleness and what I need you for. Last night was something good, something wonderful, and we will have that again…often, I hope…"
She closed her eyes, fighting down the lustful tremor that shook her body as he stepped closer, holding his full erect penis like an offering to her lips, aiming it at her mouth as she sat quietly before him. "Right now, baby," he whispered. "We can have it again, right now!"
"No, Stevie, please…hear me out first," she begged, opening her eyes to stare at the blood-engorged head of his cock, hypnotized by the lustful throb of his straining length. "I-I want you, too," she whispered, "but you have to hear me out. Then well do whatever you want to do, agreed?"
The aroused young man realized she was quite serious and with an obvious effort, he turned and sat down on the edge of her desk, surrendering for the moment to her wishes.
Wendy breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that if he had stood for one more moment before her, cock in hand, she would've leaned forward and sucked it, killing her entire plan.
Getting control of herself, she began. "Stevie, I-I'm conducting certain experiments here in my lab-experiments that could lead to a new formula…a formula that could be most beneficial in certain, ah…skin disorders."
"Baby, this is all well and good, but what the hell does it have to do with me? I don't know bread about any 'skin disorders'! "
"You don't need to, Stevie. I-I need something that you can furnish for my experiments…something that only men can furnish!"
She looked up at him, her eyes bright with excitement as she saw the slow change in his expression as he began to comprehend what she had said. "You're beginning to catch on, aren't you, Stevie?" she asked.
"You need my dick?" he asked incredulously.
She laughed, trying not to break up completely at the fearful look on his face as she gasped, "Stevie…no! I-I need your semen, not your penis!"
"Good God! Why didn't you say so! Hell, I didn't know what to think for a minute there!"
Wendy shook with repressed laughter, seeing that his formerly rampant cock was now hanging limp and useless, as if in hiding from what its owner feared was in store for it.
"All right, so you had me scared for a second," he grinned ruefully. "Now, let's get back to the subject. I think you said you wanted my-my semen! That sounds pretty interesting, baby. How do you propose getting it from me?" He laughed, his heavy cock once again swelling to fuller proportions as he said, "You did a pretty good job getting it out last night!"
Wendy grinned back at him. "Oh, I know how you want me to get it from you, and well get to that later. Right now I would like you to…to" She suppressed another giggle. "… masturbate!"
"What! You mean to say you expect me to stand here and jack-off in front of you while you just watch-like I'm some damn guinea Pig?"
Wendy reached out and traced her fingers down his naked thigh, brushing closer and closer to his crotch as she said, "Stevie, it won't be like that at all. Later, I'll need you to get others, men who will be paid as donors to provide us with their semen. I-I only want you to do it this one time, so I can run some tests." She reached out and closed her tiny hand around his thick, semi-hard penis and began stroking it gently. She could feel the bar of flesh growing harder and harder as the velvet-smooth skin surrounding it slide easily up and down…enveloping and releasing the throbbing head in its silken sheath. In seconds he was rock-hard and fully aroused, his hips arched toward her. She knew she had him going and she quickened her stroking movements to match the rolling lurch of his hips. Without missing a beat, she reached to the table with her other hand and brought back a large porcelain cup she had laid out in advance.
"Faster, Wendy," he gasped, his voice strained, "Do it faster, baby…you wanted come, you're gonna get it!"
She skinned her hand in a blur of movement up and down his stretching, throbbing shaft, pumping his swollen cock for all she was worth, her own panting breath matching his as she glued her eyes to the mottled, turgid head, waiting for the first sign of his creamy discharge. She didn't have long to wait.
"Now, baby, now!" he hissed, and Wendy quickly held the gleaming white cup up to the head of his cock. Getting to her feet beside him, she pumped furiously at his jumping penis, trying to tilt the stiff bar of meat down so that the head would be almost in the cup. She succeeded just as the first lurching stream of semen erupted from his hardened flesh. Fascinated, she watched closely as she continued milking her hand up and down, pumping stream after stream of his spurting discharge into the cup. He was leaning forward, his hands clenched tightly on the edge of the table as she drained him, her hand milking and coaxing more and more of his thick semen into the cup as he moaned with pleasure. Shuddering with the last spurting surge of his completion, he fell back from her slickly moving hand, pulling his sensitive prick from her grasp.
As Stevie collapsed in a chair, Wendy quickly took the half-filled cup of semen into her lab. To her delight, she saw that he had indeed come through for her, his balls having emptied a good inch of milky fluid into the large cup. She hurriedly measured the semen into three portions, then mixed one quantity directly with the pre-blended cosmetics and applied it directly to her face, smoothing the resulting cream firmly into her skin. She mixed a second measure in the same manner and placed this batch in a small refrigeration unit, carefully setting the temperature for thirty-eight degrees. The third she merely blended and left sitting out at room temperature. Satisfied with her first trials, she smiled smugly to herself as she removed her clothes. She couldn't forget the sight of the naked young man in the next room, the clean, lithe lines of his muscular body and the hand-filling length of his thick, stretching penis. She recalled the feel of his jerking cock as it twitched in her hand, spewing forth its creamy nectar, remembering his moaning gasps as she jacked him off. Panting with impatience, she removed her bra and quickly stepped from her panties. She could feel her full, rounded breasts swelling with anticipation, the rosebud nipples puckering to erotic stiffness. Wendy slipped her hand down to her crotch and inserted one finger into the moist folds of her vagina, trembling as she rubbed the erect nub of her clitoris. In a spasm of lust, she squeezed the lips of her cunt tightly together, holding the juice-filled folds as she squirmed with pleasure.
"Stevie! Ohh, God, Stevie-hurry!" she called frantically, sinking slowly to the carpeted floor as she saw him enter her office.
"More experiments, boss lady?" he asked softly, enjoying the sight of such a beautiful woman writhing naked on the floor before him. "Ohh, Wendy baby…you're so damn beautiful…so sweet."