Penis Reduction Seduction Ch. 06

Authors Notes: As you may notice, this is my first time writing for 6+years. I am excited to be back, and I appreciate all the kind words and support over the years for my silly(but hopefully fun and sexy) story lol. It's daunting to continue a story after such a long time, but I feel like I still have a good sense on where I wanted this story to go, so I hope I do it justice.

The moment Zoe opened the front door, she could tell something was off.

"Hey Doc," Nate said, standing there in his usual tight grey hoodie and athletic shorts, but this time he looked a little pained.

"Nate, you alright? Come in," Zoe said, immediately stepping aside.

He limped slightly as he walked in. "Tweaked my wrist during practice. Coach says it's probably just a sprain."

"Oh no," Zoe said, ushering him straight into the living room. "Let me see. Sit down."

Nate sat on the couch and held out his arm. His skin was warm beneath her touch, his massive frame dwarfed the couch as he shifted, trying to get comfortable.

She gently examined his wrist, turning it from side to side. "Looks mild. I can bandage it up for you, but you should still get imaging to be sure."

"Yeah, I will," Nate said, watching her closely. "But I guess that's the sperm sample routine out the window for now, huh?"

Zoe looked up at him, blinking. The sample collection. The morning. The lunchtime. And now... "You mean because of your wrist?"

"Yeah, I can't do it left-handed," he said with a shy laugh. "Tried once when I hurt myself before. Nothing."

Zoe hesitated, caught somewhere between clinical duty and something much, much murkier. Her heart began to race. She could already smell the faint mix of sweat and his musky cologne from their earlier encounter. And now this... helplessness in his voice. The ache.

"Well," she said, trying to keep her tone neutral, "we can't let the data set fall apart halfway through. I suppose... as your physician, I could find a way to assist." Her voice wavered slightly at the end.

Nate said nothing, but his eyebrows lifted slowly. He sat up straighter. His good hand rested on his thigh.

"Just until you're recovered," Zoe added quickly.

In her office upstairs, the tension was electric. Zoe pulled on a pair of latex gloves, the sound snapping the silence. Nate stood in front of her, tall, broad-shouldered, quiet.

"You can lower your shorts," she said, barely above a whisper.

Nate's fingers slid into the waistband and pulled them down in one smooth motion. His semi was already forming, heavy and thick. Her breath hitched involuntarily. Even half-hard, it was intimidating.

Zoe reached out, her gloved hand wrapping gently around the shaft. It was hot, solid, with a weight that surprised her. She had to use both hands to truly manage it. As she stroked slowly, she could feel the veins pulsing beneath the surface. She coated the mammoth cock in lubricant, though she wondered if she even needed to with the amount of pre-cum leaking from its tip. She couldn't help but stare at it with a look of pure fascination and lust. Every vein. Every ridge.

She was familiarising herself more with her neighbour's cock than she had ever done with her husband's penis. It was just far more incredible. Beautiful. Masculine. Enticing. The slick, sloppy sexual sounds of her actions brought her mind back to reality, and she noticed that she had begun stroking his big, thick cock with both hands -- faster, with more vigour and enthusiasm.

"Does that feel okay?" she asked, voice husky.

"Feels amazing," Nate murmured, his eyes locked on hers. "Better than I ever imagined."

She didn't scold him. She didn't remind him to stay professional. Instead, her hands kept moving, her fingers tightening just slightly. The friction of the latex enhanced every glide. Zoe felt the moisture soiling her own panties. She was wet. And she was enjoying this.

As his cock swelled, thickening, lengthening in her hands, Zoe found herself leaning closer, drawn to it like a moth to flame. She wanted this as much as Nate did. She bit her lip, her pulse drumming in her ears.

"I think I'm gonna..." Nate began, voice strained. She reached for the cup instinctively, positioning it just in time--But not for the first shot.

The first heavy spurt shot high, smacking the top of her blouse and collarbone, leaving a glistening trail of white heat. She gasped, blinking, but didn't stop. Her hands kept stroking. Her grip adjusted and she aimed him toward the cup, catching the second, third, fourth torrent. It filled rapidly.

When it was over, Zoe was left breathless. His cock pulsed once more in her hands as the last few drops trickled out. His cock lost a little of its hardness, but none of its magnificence as it glistened gloriously with a mixture of lube, cum and sweat. Zoe realised she was still stroking it softly. Lovingly. Lustfully.

She looked down at her blouse, damp and translucent where the cum had hit. Her nipples were stiff beneath the fabric. Her cheeks flushed.

"Shit... I'm sorry, Doc," Nate said, genuinely.

"No," Zoe said, her voice low and panting hard. "That was perfect... more than adequate for analysis."

Later, in the bathroom, Zoe stripped out of her blouse and tossed it into the sink. Her chest was still flushed. She leaned over the counter, breathing slowly, trying to settle herself.

Her hands, gloved or not, had just stroked off her next door neighbour's son. And she liked it. She wanted more. She didn't know if it was the thrill, the danger, or the raw heat of that cock in her hand, pulsing with life... but something had awakened inside her.

She checked her phone, almost on autopilot. A notification from JustDoctors.

Dr. JJ: "Volume reports like that confirm significant overproduction. Make sure collection remains consistent. Also note: psychological factors may enhance production. Closeness. Trust. Comfort. These are key variables."

Zoe stared at the message. Something about the language struck her. It was medical, yes. But oddly... familiar? Reassuring. Like someone who knew her.

She closed the message and looked in the mirror again. Was she developing feelings? Was this lust? Curiosity? What the hell was she doing?

That night at dinner, Barry rambled on about a new IT upgrade at work. Zoe nodded, smiling when expected, but her thoughts were elsewhere. Across the yard.

She looked down at her fork and realised she'd sliced her chicken into perfect, uniform pieces. Like her thoughts, dissected and controlled. But today wasn't controlled. Today had been... something else. She caught herself smiling.

"You're quiet tonight," Barry noted.

"Just a little tired," she replied. Her phone buzzed in her lap.

Nate: "Thanks again today, Doc. You're really taking care of me. Looking forward to tomorrow morning."

She swallowed. Hard. "My pleasure. Me too," she typed back. Then paused. Deleted. Rewrote. Zoe: "You're welcome. See you bright and early."

As Barry prattled on, Zoe's mind was already racing. Planning.

Later that evening, after dinner and a glass of wine, Zoe sat curled on the couch with her legs tucked under her. She wore a soft robe now, different from the one that had seen action earlier, and pretended to focus on the film Barry had put on. Her body still hummed from the day's events -- the heat of Nate's cock in her hand, the look on his face as he'd spilled for her, the thrill of doing something so wildly inappropriate and yet intoxicatingly right.

She hadn't stopped thinking about it. And now, sitting beside Barry while he sipped his drink with that easy, clueless smile, she could feel the wetness stirring again. But it wasn't for him. Not really.

"Hey," Barry said, turning toward her, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know... if you're not too exhausted from all that 'doctor work' today..."

Zoe raised a brow. "Oh?"

"I was just thinking... we haven't done a scene in a few days," he said, grinning like a schoolboy asking to stay up late. "Maybe that hot, wild stripper from last week could make a house call?"

Zoe gave a soft, knowing laugh. "Barry..."

He leaned in closer. "You were so damn sexy. I still think about how you talked to me. So dirty... I don't know where that came from, but god, it was incredible."

Where did it come from? Zoe almost laughed. If only he knew.

She sighed like a woman humoring her husband, but something in her smirk gave her away. "Fine. Just one little scene. I've had a long day..."

She rose from the couch, untied the robe slowly, and let it slide off her shoulders. Barry gasped. Beneath, she wore the same sheer bustier and stockings she'd worn earlier -- now freshened up, but just as obscene.

"Jesus, Zoe..." he whispered. "You really... wow."

She walked to the middle of the living room and struck a pose. "So what's your fantasy tonight, birthday boy?" she asked, slipping back into that sultry tone that drove him wild.

Barry sat up straighter, eyes glued to her curves. "How about... I'm the lonely husband home from work. And you're the sexy neighbor who saw me through the window and decided to come over and... keep me company."

Zoe turned her back to him, slowly swaying her hips. Not a bad twist, she thought. Her inner voice whispered that it wasn't Barry she was imagining looking through that window. It was her peeking into a fantasy -- a room where Nate's cock was in her hand, heavy and pulsing, her body thrumming as he moaned under her touch.

"Poor thing," she murmured, turning slowly and climbing onto Barry's lap. "So lonely. So needy." She ground her hips lightly against his boxer shorts, feeling his arousal pressing up beneath her. Small. Manageable. Easy.

Not like Nate. Nate had been impossible to wrap her fingers around. Nate had pulsed with heat. With danger. With potential.

"Do you think about me?" she asked Barry, eyes fluttering shut as she moved against him.

"Every damn second," he breathed. "Especially when you act like this."

Zoe reached down and pulled the toy from under the couch -- the same black dildo Barry had grown so fond of using. She kissed the tip, slowly, while her eyes stayed locked on his. He shuddered.

"You're so into this thing," she teased. "Are you sure it doesn't make you feel... inadequate?"

"Not when it's you using it," he whispered. "Makes me feel lucky."

Zoe turned, straddled his lap, and reached between her legs. She slid the toy inside herself slowly, savoring the stretch. Her body welcomed it like an old friend. Her moan was real -- not for Barry's benefit, but because her body had been craving that sensation all day.

"That's it..." Barry said, already panting as he stroked himself watching her. "God, baby, you look amazing. You are so good at acting out these scenes!"

You have no idea, Zoe thought. This was no longer acting to her.

She began to ride the toy with purpose, her breasts bouncing in their sheer confines, her mouth slightly open as she focused not on the man watching her, but the man she wished was there instead. Her mind flooded with memories of Nate's heavy length slapping against her chest, the heat of it, the slick slide of precum, the animal way he groaned when she touched him.

Barry didn't matter in that moment. He was the audience. But Nate... Nate was the star.

"Oh fuck... I'm gonna--" Barry started, jerking faster.

Zoe's pace quickened, her voice catching in her throat. "That's it... just watch me," she panted. "Watch me ride this big cock... pretend it's yours."

Barry let out a moan and came, messy and quick. Zoe didn't stop. Her orgasm hit seconds later, not from his voice, but from the scene in her head -- the memory of Nate's eyes locked on hers as she stroked him, the look on his face as he exploded for her.

When they both caught their breath, Barry smiled at her, breathless. "You're incredible."

Zoe leaned in and kissed his cheek softly. "Anything for my husband," she whispered... But in her mind, her lips were still wrapped around someone else.