Relief Girls: Adam's First Visit

tags: MF | handjob | mast | clinic

by Emily Jones (missemilyjones@outlook.com) 2014

"Dear Mr. Robins, As you have now been verified as single for a period exceeding two calendar months, you are invited to attend an appointment at your local Male Relief Clinic. Attendance is not compulsory, but is strongly advised. Telephone 0629 131 130 to make a booking, or visit your local website, listed below."

Adam looked at the letter with a heady mix of trepidation and excitement. The clinics had been a controversial introduction, but two years after they were put in place in the country, most people agreed that they had a positive impact. It began when official figures started to reveal significant rises in sexual crimes. Porn had been easily available on the internet for some years, and the current generation of young men were the first to have grown up in the internet age. The fears of a 'moral minority' about the impact of pornographic viewing on male sexual development had come true - a generation of men with pent-up sexual desires, unrealistic expectations and the constant frustration caused by growing up watching dirty pictures and movies online were often unable to keep their hands and desires to themselves. Something had to be done.

A new government, elected a few years previously, ceased the hard-line tactics being used against male sex criminals - long prison sentences, huge fines - and took a more holistic approach. Rather than avoiding the male sexual need, they worked on the principle of satisfying and satiating it, not denying its existence. Trials proved successful, and since the national introduction of the Male Relief Clinics in 2018, sexual assaults had dropped by over 70%.

Sarah, Adam's ex-girlfriend, had broken up with him three months previously after meeting a man at work - a familiar story. They had been together for over four years and Adam was only just starting to re-adjust to the single life, going out with friends to sports bars, taking a vacation alone, and throwing himself into his reasonably well-paid job in IT to take his mind off the adjustment. But with no women on the horizon, the 28-year-old's sexual frustration was starting to build. Masturbating to porn, the way he had done before he met Sarah, was keeping things at bay - but the letter from the clinic couldn't have come soon enough.

Adam's hands shook as he clutched the letter, pushing open the door of the smart, modern clinic on the edge of town. He'd heard all about the clinics in the news, of course, but they were for other men. Men without steady girlfriends. He never thought he would end up using the service himself and was a little unsure what to expect. As he waited, sitting awkwardly in a waiting room with four other men, all trying their hardest not to catch the eye of one another, a smartly-dressed, dark-haired woman of around thirty stepped forward to shake his hand. "Mr. Robins?" Her voice was friendly, professional, almost like a conventional doctor's receptionist. "My name's Amanda Smith, I'll be consulting with you today. I'm glad you could make it! Would you like to come through with me?" He stood, following her into a small consultation room.

"You're probably wondering what's going to happen," said Amanda, sitting opposite him, at the other side of a small desk with a computer and some papers laid out. "Don't worry at all - most men who take advantage of our service end up rather enjoying themselves! I'm going to have a quick chat with you and we'll then assign you a Relief Girl. I'm sure you're aware of the origins and reasoning behind the scheme?"

Alex nodded, gingerly, blushing a little. He never thought of himself as the sort of man to commit such offences, but he did feel that he needed to keep his sex drive in check. "Of course, it's been all over the news," he said, a little shyly.

"Good. Then, all I need to do is take you through the steps. We'll get you a Relief Girl assigned. Do you have a type of girl in mind for yourself, Adam? You can ask for anything you like - younger or older, a certain look, a slim girl, a curvy girl, busty, even a certain race if you'd like to meet a black or Asian girl, for instance. If you ask for anything very specific, we might have to fetch a Relief Girl from another clinic, but we'll sort you out!"

He blushed, brightly. He hadn't realised that he'd be given this kind of choice. In his mind, images of different girls he'd known and liked flashed before him, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything. "Um, I... I'm not sure, Amanda," he stuttered awkwardly.

The clinics, of course, had a process in place for this scenario. Amanda smiled warmly. "Okay, sir, that's not a problem at all. We'll just go through a few little things to find the girl who's most likely to satisfy you," she explained. "We're gauging your level of arousal via a sensor in your chair."

Adam looked a little unsettled, looking down at the desk and at his feet, as Amanda spun around the computer monitor, which now showed a screen full of pictures of young women in various states of undress. "I'd like you to tap on the touch screen when you see a girl you like the look of, Adam," she said. They were of all ages, shapes, sizes, looks, even ethnicities, but Adam found his finger drawn almost instantly to a sweetly smiling blonde girl, who looked to be around 19 or 20. It was so hard for him to admit verbally to Amanda that he wanted a young girl, but he found it very easy to tap the screen to indicate his preference.

"So," smiled the consultant knowingly. "Don't worry, Adam. This is really common. I understand, you want a young Relief Girl - there's nothing wrong with that at all, particularly at your age, late twenties. It's a normal male physical urge to want a young, fertile female, and satiating those male urges is what we're trying to do here at the clinics. So, you're looking for a girl aged around 18 to 21?"

The man nodded gingerly, blushing at his admission, but also feeling a wave of relief wash across him, feeling a little more confident about what he was doing. He even felt a small, familiar twinge between his legs, as Amanda smiled knowingly, seeing his arousal starting to register on the sensor. "I... I am," he said, softly. "I'd like her to be quite sweet and kind about all this - I'm not very interested in seeing a slutty girl, I'd just like someone to... to do this to me professionally."

"A polite girl, then?" asked Amanda. "That's not a problem, we can find you a nice girl who'll be very sweet about this. Most Relief Girls are just nice, normal girls and women, this isn't like a brothel, more of a medical service. I think there are a couple of girls who'll be able to help you out today, and if it's OK with you, I'd like to send you for your first session right away today. We prefer to do that with new patients, since there's usually a lot of tension to get out!" She laughed, warmly, comfortingly.

Adam just nodded, looking at Amanda, and back at the screen, feeling himself grow harder and stiffer in his tight, smart black jeans, blushing as he knew Amanda could sense every little expansion of his semi-hard erection. "Of course, Amanda, whatever you think is best," he said, politely.

"I'm going to start with Emma, Adam," she said, pulling up a picture of a smiling blonde girl not unlike the one he had tapped on the screen a few minutes earlier. "She's quite new, eighteen years old, 5'4", very cute and petite, as you can see. I think she might be a little too giggly and bubbly for you, though." She was dressed in the standard Relief Girl uniform, a simple, pretty, short, light-blue low-cut dress exposing her slight cleavage at the top and her slender, pale legs at the bottom. "She's quite popular already, but you might find her kind of... childish, I guess."

Adam looked Emma up and down, his penis starting to rage uncomfortably now at the sight of the teenage girl, and at the thought that with just a nod, he could take her into a private room in this clinic and let her take care of his pent-up, messy, masculine sexual frustration. But he took Amanda's advice, and smiled politely. "Okay, Amanda, could we move on to the next girl? I'll certainly keep Emma in mind, I like her looks, but perhaps someone a little more mature and professional in outlook would be good, at least for this first time."

Amanda smiled, and clicked a few buttons, showing an image of the second girl, very slender and cute, a little muscular, with deep red hair, her breasts not quite filling out the smart blue dress. "Here's Jessica, honey," she said softly. "She's 22, she was a fitness instructor before she became a Relief Girl, she's quite petite and flirty and sweet." Another picture appeared, of Jessica from behind, looking over her shoulder with a cute, flirty smile. But there was just something about her that didn't really appeal to Adam, and he motioned for his consultant to move onwards to the next picture, to his next option for release.

The consultant made a few quick motions on the computer, a knowing little smile flickering across her friendly face at the thought of his uncomfortable erection, and another girl appeared, with a cute, round face, slender yet curvy body, jet-black hair, brown eyes, and a soft, sultry but friendly smile. The cleavage of her C-cup breasts was pronounced in the standard low-cut Relief Girl dress. "Don't worry, sweetie," she reassured him. "I know you're starting to get a little.. tight down there, but we'll have you sorted out very soon. This is Katie, she's 20. She was a university student and a lap dancer before she came to work here, so she knows a thing or two about male bodies and sexual response. I think she might be the one, looking at you!"

His face lit up with a blush as soon as she saw her. There was just something so kind yet sexy about the girl on the screen, as he imagined her hands - on the picture, painted with sparkly red nail polish - wrapped around him, edging him towards a sticky orgasm. He throbbed down there, and felt a wet, sticky glob of pre-cum ooze into his dampening pants just at the thought. He knew immediately that Katie would be the one, and nodded. "I'd like... I'd like to meet Katie today, Amanda."

"A wonderful choice!" exclaimed Amanda, in a voice that was perhaps slightly too familiar, almost as if she was complimenting him on his choice of wine at a restaurant. Her voice quickly fell back to a more professional, clinical tone. "I'm sure you'll enjoy her company, Adam," she said, politely. "I'd like to let you know what to expect during your session. This isn't a sex service," she explained, from what felt like a well-rehearsed script. "There'll be no penetrative sex with Katie, and she won't take off the Relief Girl uniform, although we have made it deliberately low-cut and short. It shows off a lot of cleavage, to promote male arousal. This is purely a clinical service to ensure that men are satiated sexually, and prevent the medical and social problems that widespread male sexual frustration can cause. Do you understand?"

"I understand," agreed Adam. He hadn't initially thought that they would have sex, but he did think that the girl took her clothes off during the relief session.

"When you go into room," Amanda checked a list on her computer screen, then looked back up, "room 3, you'll need to take off all your clothes, fold them and place them on the shelf provided. There's a towel hanging over a heater, just wrap that around yourself and lie down, face-up, on the couch and wait for Katie."

"Will... will she be long?" Adam could feel himself almost ready to burst through the tight material of his pants, and he hadn't even arrived in the room with Katie.

"Oh, sweetie," laughed Amanda warmly. "She'll only be a few minutes after you go in there, it's just to give you time to get nice and comfortable. I just want to let you know that it's... it's OK if you don't last that long with Katie today. The whole point of this is to get you all emptied out, to get that frustration out of you, make the world a safer place without so much masculine frustration flying around. If you need to ejaculate quite quickly, that's just fine, Katie won't mind at all!"

The man just blushed at her frank assessment of the situation, at the matter-of-fact way she talked about his impending relief session. He needed the release more than he cared to admit.

"OK," smiled Amanda. "If you'd just like to head off to Room 3, Katie will be with you in just a moment!"

The room was warm, slightly more dimly lit than the reception area and the consultant's office, but otherwise fairly clinical. On one side of the small room was a soft brown couch, next to it a chair, presumably for Katie to sit on. Then, a shelf hanging from the wall, labelled "male clothing here, please." In short order, Adam had removed his clothes, wrapped the warm towel around himself and was lying face-up on the bed, his already raging erection causing a tent to form in the towel, leaking a damp patch into the warm fabric. Before he knew it, there was a soft tap at the door, the handle turned, and she walked in.

Katie was just as the picture showed, dressed in that cute blue Relief Girl uniform, her black hair freshly pulled back into a smart, professional-looking ponytail. Her makeup was sweetly subtle, a little blush on her round cheeks, her lashes caked with long, pretty mascara and a little dark eyeliner to make her brown eyes look a little bigger. She smiled, her light-pink lipgloss sparkling under the warm lights of the room, and sat down on the chair next to the couch, looking down at him with a warm regard. His obvious erection and wet patch didn't bother her at all. She didn't even seem to notice.

"Hi, Adam," she smiled, speaking in a cute, high-pitched sing-song voice. "I'm Katie, it's really great to meet you! I know it's your first time here, your consultant will have gone through some of what to expect. It's mainly a medical procedure, but most of the men who visit find they enjoy it, too!"

He blushed, ever so brightly, and nodded. "She did, Katie. It's... it's good to meet you too." The strangeness of the situation didn't overcome his need for release, and his erection throbbed at the sight of her, in the low-cut uniform.

"Oh, honey," she cooed softly, looking down at the way his erection tented the towel. "Sweetie, you're in such a state. Don't worry, we'll get you nice and relieved ever so quickly!" With that, she tugged softly at the towel, exposing his penis to her, letting it spring free. Adam just gasped, relieved and embarrassed in equal measure. "Do you want me to use some lube, Adam?"

He shook his head, watching the pre-cum roll in glistening, oozing globs down his shaft. "I think... no."

"Oh, yes, I can see now, I think you're making more than enough yourself, aren't you?" Katie smiled, before raising her petite, pale, cute young hand, false fingernails tipped with pink glitter, and wrapping it around his shaft. Adam let out a long, low grunt, throbbing at the feel of her skin against his, the touch of female skin against his masculine cock, the reason the clinics existed. Katie just smiled cutely at this familiar sound, and started to stroke gently and deliberately up and down, pumping him, masturbating him.

"Katie, that's... ungh, that feels really good," groaned Adam, as he began to buck up his hips to meet hers. His balls were bulging, tight, full of pent-up cum, and the smell of his musky, masculine arousal, and his slick, sticky pre-cum ran down onto her fingers, lubricating her up-and-down actions, making them glisten, coating her cute, sparkling nails.

"Just relax, honey, we'll get you nice and emptied," she grinned, cupping her free hand around his balls, stroking and kneading them gently. "Oh! So full, Adam," Katie chastised him gently and playfully. "Don't worry, it'll all be out soon, us Relief Girls are good at that!" He couldn't do anything but let out grunts and groans as she expertly teased his backed-up, throbbing, almost painful cock, making soft twisting motions as she slowly sped up her pumping action. "You don't have to worry about not lasting long, either, just let all out when you feel it coming," she explained.

Adam's gaze was drawn from her soft, black hair to her cavernous cleavage, blatantly on show in the tiny, tight Relief Girl uniform as he felt himself leaking, felt the cum starting to be brought to the boil in his sensitive, pulsing cock. He couldn't help but stare at her young, tight, curvy body in that dress. "Okay," was all he managed to groan out.

"Awww, feel free to stare, sweetie," she cooed sympathetically, smiling warmly, rubbing his pre-cum into his balls with one hand while quickening her pace with her other. "I can't take it off, but you can stare at me like that as much as you want, I'm here to get you ejaculating." Her sweet hand was almost a blur now as Adam felt himself getting closer and closer to the point of no return, to the place where he would release a month's worth of pent-up, backed-up sexual frustration.

That was all Adam could take. His eyes widened, and he grunted out an obscenity right at Katie's surprised young face. She knew, of course, what men did in the seconds before their orgasm hit, when the hormones took over every fibre of their being, and smiled politely as he groaned out. "Fuck, Katie, fuck you, go fucking faster, babe, that's it, oh yeah," he groaned, as her hand started to beat faster and faster, taking him closer and closer to his messy, sticky orgasm.

"Oh, sweetie!" Katie squealed out in surprise as the first thick, sticky rope of white, steaming cum came bursting from the head of Adam's cock, flying through the air and landing across the front of her smart blue dress. "That's it, honey," she encouraged. "You're doing sooooo well, let it all out for me!" She just smiled, stroking and pumping his ejaculating penis as his backed-up semen spewed from it.

A messy, sticky rope of cum spurted onto her pretty hand and arm with a forceful spluttering noise as it left the head of his cock. Globs of the stuff ran down her adorable sparkling pink-tipped nails, even a little chunky splat ending up on her right breast, just above the fabric of the low-cut, cleavage-exposing Relief Girl dress. The remainder of his ejaculation flew into the air and fell in warm, slithery ropes onto his stomach.

"My dress!" giggled Katie, smiling down at Adam, who was panting, gasping for air as his messy orgasm began to subside, his cock softening in her warm, soft, caring young hand. "Look what a mess you made," she said in a gently mocking voice, making it clear that she didn't really mind at all. "It doesn't matter, honey, you did what you needed to do and I've got plenty more uniforms in the closet!" Globs and chunks of his thick, white man-mess ran down the smart dress, soaking into the fabric, starting to dry on the material and stain. "You need to just lay there for a few moments, get yourself dressed and then Amanda wants to just see you to get your next session booked. I'm off to get cleaned up and ready for the next male! There are some tissues just in the box there, wipe your mess up and go out to Amanda."

It took Adam about ten minutes to get his chunky, thick semen cleaned off his stomach with the wet wipes, get his clothes back on and get his breath back. Now, he found himself sitting opposite Amanda once more, with a blush spreading across his face at the thought that she knew exactly what had happened between him and Katie.

The consultant just smiled, warmly and kindly. "Welcome back, Adam," she said, in that calm, professional manner. "I hope you enjoyed your session with Katie. She tells me you had quite the backup! You really should have come along sooner."

"Um," blushed Adam, his soft cock still leaking a little of the last of his mess in his tight pants, "I did, she was really sweet and friendly. I'm... I'm glad I came." He didn't realise his inadvertent double entendre until it had spilled from his mouth and he trailed off.

"Good, honey. I told you you would be! Most men are. So, I take it we can get you booked in for your next session? Would you like to meet Katie again in a month's time or try out another girl? Some men like to stick with the same girl for a long time, others like to sample different ones."

Adam hesitated for a moment, the thoughts of all the different girls he could get the service from running through his mind. But Katie had been so nice to him. "I'd like to meet Katie again, Amanda," he said, softly. "She was really sweet."

"A good choice, honey," reassured Amanda, tapping on her computer. "So, your next appointment is exactly a month from now, at 3:30pm. We'll see you then!"

I'd really love to get your thoughts on these stories, ideas of where you'd like to take the series, or just for you to tell me you enjoyed it! My email address is missemilyjones@outlook.com and I love replying to every email I get. I really hope this story helped you in some way, whether it was to orgasm or just to a nice read.

Love and kisses,
Emily xxx