Location: A government sanctioned milking station year 2165
The receptacle was placed in readiness by the assistant milker. The milker continued to work the engorged ten inch penis with her very practiced hands. Her oiled right hand stroking and twisting about the upper third of the subjects hard cock, additional lubrication being supplied by the precum freely weeping from the tip.
Her left hand tickled, scratched, and played with the increasingly tightening nutsack.
Supervisor Susan smiled in appreciation of the expertise on display and thought to herself that it would be an especially generous load. She inwardly congratulated herself on having been involved in the selection of this particular subject.
He was the son of a good friend and in the prime of good sperm production.
From inside the subjects viewing helmet Susan heard a muffled groan of pleasure, she saw his hips rise from the milking table, his toes curl, and then thick volleys of sperm shoot from the head of his cock to be captured in the receptacle.
She knew that it would be brought immediately to the insemination room where it would be used to impregnate a previously selected and prepared female subject.
Susan surreptitiously reached a hand into the front of her panties to touch herself. She slowly masturbated while the milker and her assistant hurried the fruits of their labor to the insemination team.
Susan did not pick up the phone to alert the revival team that the milking procedure was complete but delayed, knowing that an extra ten minutes would be noticed by no one.
She stepped out of her shoes and loosened her belt.
Linda Martin was very excited and nervous about her first day of work at the ministry of responsible reproduction.
There was an extra spring to her step these days and she had found herself experiencing new feelings which she could not quite understand.