Arousal Fluid Extraction Center

Disclaimer: This is fiction and all characters are over the age of 18!

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Vela was extremely nervous, as she approached the reception of what looked like a rather large hotel. But she knew better.

As confident as she could master she approached the receptionist, a blond and absolutely stunning woman. Her blue eyes landed on her and she smiled softly.

"Velara Guillan?" she asked and Vela nodded.

"Yes, I have an appointment with Mr. Iniesta and Mr. Torado at 11 AM," Vela answered and the woman looked into her laptop.

"Ah yes, room 4. Right this way, please." She got up, smoothed her white dress that clung to her every curve and leaving very little to the imagination and walked into the corridor to our left. Both of our high heels echoed from the creamed colored walls, as she took a turn left, then another and we stood in front of an office.

She raised her hand and knocked, before she opened the door and looked inside.

"Don, Oscar, Ms. Guillan is here for her appointment," she said, before she stepped aside and both man rose.

Vela took a step inside and the first man approached her with a smile. His blue eyes lit up, as if he was genuinely happy, that she was there.

"Ms. Guillan, it is such a pleasure to meet you. I am Oscar Iniesta, the project leader," he explained and held out his hand. She shook it and gave him the best smile she could master. His blond hair was cut short and if she had to guess, she would say he would be around 40 years old, maybe. Though Vela was seriously bad at making age guesses.

The other man, a tall, seemingly very athletic man with a black messy bun and dark brown eyes walked up to her as well.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I am Don Torado. Should we take a seat?" he asked and guestured with his hand to the couches where they had been sitting a few moments ago.

The door was shut and she swallowed audibly, before she nodded and took a seat.

"Would you like something to drink? Water, coffee? Something stronger?" Mr. Torado asked, while Mr. Iniesta sat opposite of her. Her nerves screamed for something stronger, but that would make her even more of a mess.

"Water, please," she brought out. The tall man turned around and filled two glasses with water, his back muscles flexing, while he did that and she quickly averted her gaze.

"So, Miss Guillan," Mr. Iniesta started and reached for the folder with my picture on it, "I assume, you know, why you are here? And what we are doing?" Mr. Torado placed the glass in front of her and she thanked him quickly, before she nodded.

"Y-yes. I... My body can help your company with..." It was so hard for her to say the words. It wasn't like she had any problems with her sexuality, but talking about it was pretty hard for her, although she knew she had nothing to be ashamed of in front of those men.

Mr. Torado nodded and took a sip from his water.

"According to your test results," he pointed to the folder, which was lying opened on the table now, "you are perfectly suitable for the tests."

Vela nodded and smiled. That was... a relief somehow.

"Mr. Iniesta..." But he immediately held up his hand.

"Oscar, please," he insisted and she nodded.

"Oscar," she repeated, before she continued, "my coven only explained the basics and I obviously red the flyer, but... Could you explain in more detail, what will happen?"

"Of course, Velara," but this time, she interrupted him.

"Vela, please," she said shyly.

"Vela. We are developing a medicine against hormonal imbalances for women, which causes vaginal dryness, no interest in sex, etc." She nodded. That was explained in the flyer that was handed to her.

"For this medicine, we need a lot of female arousal fluid." Her center clenched, when he said that. This was the reason, why she was her. Because her arousal fluid was suitable for the test of this medicine. Don noted, that she bit her lip, although she didn't even realize herself. Oh, she would be an easy subject, if he guessed correctly.

"Your arousal fluid matches the parameters we need to use in our medicine. We would... extract," he thought of a better word, but he couldn't come up with one, "We would extract your arousal fluid, but science isn't far yet, so we have to do it the old fashioned way."

Vela nodded and shifted in her seat. Old fashioned meant, she would have to get aroused in order for her fluids to flow.

"I... How does this work, like... in detail?" Vela asked and stared at her glass of water, not being able to look either man in the eye.

"You will work with a partner," Oscar pointed to Don who smiled suggestively, "if that is okay for you. You will work out, what works best for you, what works best to get the best output."

Vela turned beet red, but Don only chuckled and leaned forward.

"Trust me," he said in a low baritone, "we won't do anything, that you are not comfortable with."

She had no reason to, but she believed them. Her leader of the coven, Helena, had made a deal with this company and asked for volunteers. Vela had only volunteered, because selling selfmade printings wasn't paid much and this company offered a good deal of money for this. And the thought of being... sexually used aroused her immensily.

"And... how often?" Vela asked and sipped at her water.

"Ideally daily," Don said and Vela nairly spit her water in his face. She was a rather sexual person but she wasn't masturbating daily. Don watched her reaction with amusement, before he added, "like I said, whatever is good with you. We won't force you into anything."

Vela nodded and gathered herself.

"Do you have anymore questions? Otherwise I would like to go through the last open topics, that our system requires," Oscar told her and she nodded.

"No, we can... start with the open topics." Vela shifted again and crossed her legs. Don made an effort not to look at those long, slender legs that ended in very, very high heels. It had already been tight in his pants for a variety of reasons, her mere presence didn't help.

"So, you are Velara Guillan, 25 from Provo, Utah, witch."

Vela nodded. Being called a witch always felt wrong, because she didn't really have any powers. And even if she did, she wasn't using them.

"That is correct."

"You are not a virgin," he stated and waited for her nod. Oh, she was definetely not a virgin.

"No virgin," she confirmed and couldn't help but look at Don, her potential partner for this. She had never seen such a handsome man with such a gorgeous caramel skin tone.

"You confirm to stay a month in this facility and work with your partner regarding the extraction of arousal fluid."

"Yes." Don's smile turned into a smirk. The fun he would have with her...

"What usually arouses you?" Oscar asked matter-of-factly as if he had just asked her what's for dinner.

"I, uh... Teasing?" she brought out and Oscar scribbled something down.

"Do you mean getting teased or teasing someone?" Oscar asked without looking up.

"Both," she breathed out. This was even more embarrassing, than she had imagined. But it was the truth.

Oscar wrote something down, before he looked at her again.

"That could come in handy at a later stage. For now, I have everything I need. Do you have any questions left?" Oscar closed the folder, but Vela shook her head.

"No, I don't have any questions."

"Perfect! Welcome aboard, Vela," Oscar said and rose. She followed his lead and held out her hand to him.

"Thank you for the opportunity," she said. Thank you for the opportunity? What kind of response was this?

She turned to Don, but he shook his head.

"I will show you your room, if you would follow me."

She followed him upstairs, where he opened a door for her, before he handed her the card.

"You can freshen up, if you like. Can I come and get you in... half an hour?" he asked and looked at his watch.

"Yeah, sure! I would like that," she said and smiled at him. He bent down slightly to her which made her insides tingle.

"Oh trust me, I do, too."

With that, he closed the door and she stood alone in the room, that would be her home for the next month.

It looked like an ordinary hotel room, with a large bed, a small fridge, a desk, a TV and an adjacent bathroom.

Her luggage had already been brought upstairs, so she kicked off her heels, opened her luggage and gathered her things to freshen up.

Vela didn't know, if they planned to start today, but she wanted to be prepared, if they did. So she undressed completely, bound her long blond waves up and showered.

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Don knocked on her door half and hour later and she opened immediately, a shy smile on her face. She hadn't changed, but she smelled... like a flower. She had probably showered, which he appreciated, although he wouldn't have minded, if she didn't.

"I didn't know, if my clothes are appropriate, or if I need anything..." she trailed off, but he shook his head.

"You don't need anything, it's perfect," she reassured her and stepped aside, so she could walk through the door.

He couldn't help but stare at her round small breasts, that pressed against the fabric of her dress. She - very obviously - wasn't wearing a bra and he took a deep breath. Damn, he had to readjust his pants again.

Together they walked to their room. Vela had somehow expected a cold, clinical lab, but it was... cosy. The walls were a warm brown, there were plants everywhere and the room was illuminated by a golden light. However there were a few apparatus, that made her nervous. A few sex toys were lying in a bamboo basket on one of the drawers, there two chairs, a couch, a bed and a chair that looked like the one from her gynecologist.

Although her clit tingled in anticipation, her stomach dipped a bit.

"This is our room," Don walked past her and gestured around. "As Oscar said, I will be your partner to try and extract your arousal fluid."

Vela couldn't say anything, so she swallowed dryly and nodded.

"If you are comfortable, we can start today with a few things, to get to know each other. So I get an idea, what you need. Are you intimidated, or... You look a bit shocked," Don said and laid a broad hand on my shoulder. The warmth seeped through her thin dress and she sighed.

"No, it's not that. I'm just... I don't know," she laughed nervously and rubbed her neck.

"Nervous?"

"Yeah. I mean, that's quite the situation to be in, no?" Vela joked and looked up at Don.

Those full lips... Damn, despite the situation her body demanded to mount him. Which was inappropriate and also impossible, since they needed her fluids. But the thought of him touching her... Those big hands touching her very intimate parts.

Don noted, that she bit her lip again and eased it out between her teeth.

"Relax, I won't do anything you don't want me to."

She nodded. She could do this. She wanted this.

"Let's start slow," he said and took another step towards her, invading her space. Strangely enough, she didn't mind.

Instead she wanted to reach out, to feel him, but let her hands fall back to her sides.

"Oh, you can touch me. If you want," Don said with a wink. Oh, this could be fun after all.

With her right hand, she touched his chest, the fabric of his shirt was soft, and his pecks were hard under her palm. She could feel his steady heartbeat under her palm and she envied him, because she was sure, her's was beating like crazy.

The she let her fingertips slide down and felt every ridge of his muscled torso. Damn, she wanted to see him. That felt like he was carved out of solid rock.

"Are you flexing?" she asked to break the silence and he huffed.

"Maybe. Let's just say your fingers feel good," he purred and she had to stop her ministrations. If she wouldn't, she would have jumped him.

"Do you mind?" she asked and pointed to the button of his shirt.

"Go ahead," he smirked and her fingers trembled, while she fiddled with the buttons. One after the other came loose, until she opened his shirt and gasped.

"Fuck," she muttered and ran her fingertips along his chiseled abdomen, over his pecs and pushed his shirt down his shoulders.

She had been with all sorts of men, old, young, fit, unfit, but never THIS fit.

Don noted with no small amount of pride, that her eyes raked over his upper body. He had always been working out but since he was here, his form and significantely improved for a variety of reasons.

"Do you want to kiss me?" he couldn't hold back the question and she blinked up at him.

"Yes," she breathed and licked her lips. He chuckled, before he leaned forward, cradled her jaw in his large hand and brushed his lips against hers.

"Good, because I want to kiss you, too," he growled against her lips, before he pressed his lips onto hers.

Her body arched into him and he cursed inwardly, when her body pressed against his.

Without needing to encourage her, she opened her mouth and let his tongue slide in.

His tongue explored her tongue and her mouth, while his fingers gently brushed down her back.

Don had to hold back from ripping her dress off, when her fingers still roamed his torso, so he broke the kiss.

"Maybe, uhm," he rasped and cleared his throat, "maybe I should explain, how this will go."

Vela nodded eagerly and looked around the room.

"Usually I like to use this," he pointed to the chair a gynecologist would use, "because it's rather easy to collect the fluid. But I can understand, if you don't want to use it."

Vela thought about it for a moment but figured, he was right. If they used the bed, the fluid would go into the covers or mattress and that would not be the target.

"Yeah, we can, I mean... We can try," Vela confirmed and looked up at Don.

She wasn't quite sure, if she was supposed to undress or if he would undress her. If they would even start today.

"Are you comfortable enough to undress?" he asked and gestured to her dress.

Oh, she was more than ready to undress and have him have his ways with her.

Don was rather surprised to see, that she held his stare, while she let her dress slide down her slim shoulders, over her chest and down to the floor. Her already hard, dark nipples were a stark contrast to her fair skin and he wondered, if she liked having them played with, but he would soon find out. His eyes followed her movement, when she hooked her finger into her panties and pushed them down, before she stepped out of them.

She was waxed, which made it a whole lot easier and he could already see the glistening between her thighs.

"Can you sit down, please?" he asked and she immediately started walking towards the chair and climbed into it. Interesting. He wondered, if this was her usual reaction to commands.

He sat down in front of her and pressed the remote to lift the chair up, so her center would be on eye level.

Such an intimate and vulnerable position she would be in and Vela couldn't deny, that she felt weirdly excited.

Don looked up at her and patted the soft leg rests.

"Spread your legs, please," he asked and it did something with her body, her mind. Something primal and deep, something that should have stayed hidden. Don would use her. Her body. She would be his, for whatever he needed to do to get her as aroused as possible.

Without thinking about it twice, she put one leg on the leg rest, then the other, baring herself to him.

"How do you feel?" he asked, while looking at those pretty blue eyes.

"Exposed," she said and licked her lips.

"In a good or bad way?" he asked and let his gaze trail down her body, over her breasts, down her flat stomach, her waxed pussy.

"Good," she breathed and the way her lips already glistened, she was telling the truth.

"What do you usually do, when you want to cum?" he asked her and her eyes widened a little.

"Uhm, I... use my fingers... on my... my... clit," she stammered and he hummed.

"Show me," he demanded with a soft edge in his voice and observed her pussy. It pulsated once, twice. The thought of pleasuring herself in front of him aroused her, although it felt like she shouldn't feel that way.

Her hand slid down her slim stomach, down to the apex of her thighs. She gathered a bit of moisture and gasped, when she touched her clit.

"Like this?" she half asked, half moaned, while her finger brushed over the little bundle of nerves.

"Yes, just like that," he murmured and watched her. She had a hard time looking at him, instead she had closed her eyes. But the fact, that he was sitting between her legs, watching her, made her wet.

She circled her clit slowly, not wanting to cum just yet, but a little moan escaped her.

"Stop," Don said and she immediately did, "good girl."

Her center clenched and Don noted satisfied, that two drops landed in the bowl below.

"So... You said you liked teasing," Don started and Vela squirmed in her seat. Damn it, she had been building into an orgasm, before he stopped her.

"I do," she whispered and Don nodded.

"Do you like your clit to be touched lightly or more as if I wanted to massage it?" Another drop.

"Depends... If I want to cum quick, then I massage it. If I just want to play around, then it's the light touches that get me going."

Don nodded.

"How about you, what arouses you?" she asked. It was only fair, after all, right?

"Oh, that is a question for a different time, babygirl." Her insides clenched at the nickname. She should be offended, but it was the total opposite. Another drop.

"Can I touch you?" Don asked and she nodded, not trusting her voice.

"I need words, please," he purred and her pussy fluttered.

"Yes, please," she whispered.

"Good." He scooted forward and looked at her swollen, glistening lips, that were waiting to be touched, teased, used.

But he would start slowly, so he let his fingers run up her legs, slowly, so agonizingly slow, that it was almost a torture.

Her body arched in anticipation, but he didn't speed up.

"Don," she whined and he smirked.

"Patience," he admonished and his fingertips grazed the soft skin of her inner thigh.

"Please," she moaned and tried to move her hips, so his fingertips would touch her more.

"I haven't really started yet and you're begging already?" he asked and tried to ignore the throbbing between his legs. She really was the perfect partner for him, eager, hypersexual, obedient.

"Yes," she breathed and moved her hips.

"Stay still," he growled and her hips sank back into the cushion, but he knew, he would have to train that.

Finally his fingers were so close to her center, that her heart sped up. When he reached her labia, her hips arched and he removed his fingers, earning a whine and two more drops.

"I told you, to stay still," he admonished her and his gaze flickered from her flushed face, over her hard, pink nipples and back to her clit.

"I know, but it's difficult," she gasped.

"I know, babygirl. We'll work on that," Don promised, before his fingertips slid over her clit, making her moan loudly.

"Does it feel good, when I touch you like this?" he asked and watched her reactions. Her body shuddered and her clit hardened even more under his feather light touch.

"Y-yes," she brought out, although she would have liked, if he touched her with a little more pressure.

Don hummed and moved his fingers in circles over her clit, not giving her any friction or pleasure, just touching her.

Fuck, she wanted to cum. She wanted to cum so bad, it almost hurt, but there was nothing, not enough pressure, not enough friction, no...

"More," she begged and his fingers stopped moving, leaving her with nothing, not even his fingers, and the loss made her gasp.

Don had noted, that the light teasing made her drip... literally. Her fluids pooled in the bowl and it wasn't even that much, that he had touched her. And it was the first day.