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As Michael arrived at the clinic, he was greeted by a young white nurse with blond hair, blue eyes, and a warm smile. "Welcome to the VWD Clinic," she said, handing him a clipboard with some forms to fill out. "Please have a seat in the waiting room, and the doctor will be with you shortly."
Michael took a seat, feeling a sense of nervous anticipation building within him. He had no idea what kind of procedure Sarah had booked for him, and the surprise was both exciting and nerve-wracking.
As he waited, Michael couldn't help but notice the many white female nurses bustling about the clinic. A couple of them were pregnant.
They were all beautiful and well put-together, with bright smiles and friendly demeanors. This seemed strange for a facility in Jamaica. Michael felt his heart rate quicken as he imagined what kind of procedure he might be getting, and who might be performing it. White excellence entailed precisely what? One thing was sure, if such a thing existed, these hot nurses had it.
Eventually, Dr. Imani emerged from one of the exam rooms, a friendly white smile on his ebony face. "Mr. Wilson, it's good to see you," he said, extending a hand in greeting. "Are you ready for your procedure?"
Michael hesitated, feeling a sense of trepidation rising within him. "Um, yes, I suppose so," he said, his voice cracking slightly.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Imani," Michael said, fidgeting in his seat. "But could you tell me what this is all about? I don't even know what procedure I'm getting."
Dr. Imani chuckled, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement. "I'm afraid I can't tell you, Michael," he said, his voice laced with mystery. "It's all part of the surprise."
Michael shifted uncomfortably, feeling a little uneasy about the situation. He had never been a big fan of surprises, and the fact that he was undergoing a medical procedure without even knowing what it was made him uneasy.
Dr. Imani chuckled, putting a reassuring hand on Michael's shoulder. "Don't worry, my friend," he said. "Everything will be just fine.“
Just then, a young nurse walked into the waiting room, her bright smile instantly lighting up the space. "Mr. Wilson?" she said, her voice sweet and musical. "I'm Emily, and I'll be taking you to the procedure room."
As Michael followed the nurse down the hall, took his weight and vitals. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of surprise his wife Sarah had in store for him. But one thing was certain—with the beautiful nurses and Dr. Imani's friendly demeanor, he was in good hands.
When they reached the procedure room, Dr. Imani was waiting for him, along with two other nurses. With Emily that made three, of them beautiful and friendly. Michael felt a flush of embarrassment as they helped him get ready for the procedure, his modesty was tested as he was stripped down naked and covered with a paper gown.
As Michael sat nervously on the examination table, Dr. Imani and the nurses crowded around him, preparing for the procedure. Michael cleared his throat and asked, "Dr. Imani if you don't mind me asking, what exactly are we doing here?"
Dr. Imani chuckled and patted Michael on the shoulder. "Don't worry, my friend, we're just taking care of a little cosmetic issue."
As Michael looked down at the consent form, one of the nurses came up to him, a sweet smile on her face. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, her hand gently petting his head. "Don't worry, honey, it'll all be over soon," she said in a reassuring tone. "It's painless."
Michael felt a flush of embarrassment and discomfort wash over him, but he couldn't deny the comforting feeling of the nurse's touch. He nodded his head and signed the consent form without reading it distracted by the kiss, hoping that the procedure would indeed be quick and painless.
"But what is it?" Michael persisted, feeling a sense of unease creeping over him.
One of the other nurses chimed in, "Oh, don't worry about a thing. All of our husbands have had this done, and they're perfectly fine, and we are very satisfied if you get my meaning." She smiled reassuringly at Michael, as the others nodded in agreement.
"We'll get started in just a few minutes," Dr. Imani said. "Don't worry, this is a routine procedure, and you'll be in and out in no time."
Michael's face flushed with embarrassment, and he shifted uncomfortably on the table. "Oh, uh, okay," he stammered, feeling more self-conscious than ever. The very sexy nurse put the anesthesia mask on his face.
“Shouldn’t I have eaten or ***** fluids if you are putting me under?” Michael said.
“No Mr. Wilson, you have life insurance, it doesn’t matter if you live or die in this procedure,” said Dr. Imani.
As the anesthesia took effect and Michael drifted off to sleep, he heard Dr. Imani's voice whispering in his ear. "Don't worry, Michael," he said, his voice soothing and reassuring. "You're in good hands. And just remember, I found your wife on the dating app BlackR in the Hot Moms for Black Cock section. I just had to have her come to Jamaica and find herself."
One of the nurses laughed and joked, "Don't worry, Michael, it's not like anyone's going to miss that tiny, useless thing!"
Dr. Imani exchanged a knowing look with the nurses, who giggled among themselves. "You mean that ugly little shriveled thing on his pelvis?" he said, his voice filled with amusement. "Yes, we're going to remove your nasty, ugly, tiny little cock and those two disgusting growths you call testicles."
The room erupted in laughter, and Michael couldn't help but join in, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as the drugs took effect. Two of the nurses started to make out and strip their clothes off as his head lolled to one side.
Emily the third nurse got to work as the two other white American nurses got to work sucking Dr. Imani’s big black dick.
Emily stood at Michael's operating table, her heart racing with nervous energy as she prepared the skin around the penis and testicles. She applied a liberal amount of local anesthetic to the area, ensuring that Michael would feel no pain during the procedure. She took a deep breath, steadying her hand as she made the small incisions using a surgical scalpel. She could feel Michael's tension and discomfort, and she did her best to be as gentle and precise as possible.
The two nurses practically fought each other with their tongues on the tip of Dr. Imani’s cock as he watched Emily work. The two of them take turns kissing his balls and saying “No white babies.” like a little chant.
As she worked, Emily felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. This was why she had become a nurse in the first place - to help people, to heal them, to make a difference in their lives. She focused all of her attention on the task at hand, carefully removing his penis and testicles with a pair of surgical scissors and forceps. She made sure to take her time, ensuring that all of the tissue was fully excised. This was a total penectomy, the entire penis, including the root that goes into the pelvis, is removed. In this case, the urethra (the tube that allows urine to leave the body) had been rerouted to a spot in the perineum. This is the area between the scrotum and the anus, which is known as a perineal urethrostomy. Emily was just a nurse and should not be performing the surgery, but Dr. Imani let her practice on white boys. Because, honestly, what did it matter if something went wrong?
Emily snipped off the last tiny growth of a testicle out of the slit in his sack, and she couldn't help but giggle a little at how relieved Michael looked to have it all over with. "You did great, Michael," she said, patting his arm. "It's all done now."
Dr. Imani erupted into the mouths of the two slutty nurses, milking his dick. He would always release when he saw that second nut separate from a dickless white boy.
Michael nodded weakly, still feeling a bit dazed by the procedure. He was appreciative of Emily's assurance and encouraging words, and he couldn't help but grin a little when he heard her giggle. He said, barely raising his voice above a whisper, "Thanks, Emily.”
“Girls Share!” Dr. Imani reprimanded them. One after the other, the nurses made out with Emily, spitting Dr. Imani's cum into her mouth.
Caught up in the spirit of sharing, Emily wiped a little glob of cum off of her lip with her finger and put it into Michael’s mouth under his anesthetic mask grinding her finger onto his tongue.
"You should start getting used to black cum now, Michael, you will be having plenty more," she said, smiling down at him.
As the nurse applied a small bandage to cover the area, Emily couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having helped another patient. It was moments like these that reminded her why she became a nurse in the first place - to ease the pain and discomfort of others, and to help them through difficult times.
“Ok doctor, now for your part of the surgery, we have the donor tissue here.” Nurse Emily went to a refrigerator cabinet and removed a petri dish with strange pink flesh in it. The dish said Jane Wilson on a little tag with the date a few weeks ago.
“Good cloned tissue, donor recipients take to the procedure so much better when the donor tissue is related.” Dr. Imani took the petri dish and picked up a scalpel, his hand steady after having just cum. He was truly a revolutionary and an advanced, uniquely skilled doctor.
As Michael arrived at the clinic, he was greeted by a young white nurse with blond hair, blue eyes, and a warm smile. "Welcome to the VWD Clinic," she said, handing him a clipboard with some forms to fill out. "Please have a seat in the waiting room, and the doctor will be with you shortly."
Michael took a seat, feeling a sense of nervous anticipation building within him. He had no idea what kind of procedure Sarah had booked for him, and the surprise was both exciting and nerve-wracking.
As he waited, Michael couldn't help but notice the many white female nurses bustling about the clinic. A couple of them were pregnant.
They were all beautiful and well put-together, with bright smiles and friendly demeanors. This seemed strange for a facility in Jamaica. Michael felt his heart rate quicken as he imagined what kind of procedure he might be getting, and who might be performing it. White excellence entailed precisely what? One thing was sure, if such a thing existed, these hot nurses had it.
Eventually, Dr. Imani emerged from one of the exam rooms, a friendly white smile on his ebony face. "Mr. Wilson, it's good to see you," he said, extending a hand in greeting. "Are you ready for your procedure?"
Michael hesitated, feeling a sense of trepidation rising within him. "Um, yes, I suppose so," he said, his voice cracking slightly.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Imani," Michael said, fidgeting in his seat. "But could you tell me what this is all about? I don't even know what procedure I'm getting."
Dr. Imani chuckled, his dark eyes twinkling with amusement. "I'm afraid I can't tell you, Michael," he said, his voice laced with mystery. "It's all part of the surprise."
Michael shifted uncomfortably, feeling a little uneasy about the situation. He had never been a big fan of surprises, and the fact that he was undergoing a medical procedure without even knowing what it was made him uneasy.
Dr. Imani chuckled, putting a reassuring hand on Michael's shoulder. "Don't worry, my friend," he said. "Everything will be just fine.“
Just then, a young nurse walked into the waiting room, her bright smile instantly lighting up the space. "Mr. Wilson?" she said, her voice sweet and musical. "I'm Emily, and I'll be taking you to the procedure room."
As Michael followed the nurse down the hall, took his weight and vitals. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of surprise his wife Sarah had in store for him. But one thing was certain—with the beautiful nurses and Dr. Imani's friendly demeanor, he was in good hands.
When they reached the procedure room, Dr. Imani was waiting for him, along with two other nurses. With Emily that made three, of them beautiful and friendly. Michael felt a flush of embarrassment as they helped him get ready for the procedure, his modesty was tested as he was stripped down naked and covered with a paper gown.
As Michael sat nervously on the examination table, Dr. Imani and the nurses crowded around him, preparing for the procedure. Michael cleared his throat and asked, "Dr. Imani if you don't mind me asking, what exactly are we doing here?"
Dr. Imani chuckled and patted Michael on the shoulder. "Don't worry, my friend, we're just taking care of a little cosmetic issue."
As Michael looked down at the consent form, one of the nurses came up to him, a sweet smile on her face. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, her hand gently petting his head. "Don't worry, honey, it'll all be over soon," she said in a reassuring tone. "It's painless."
Michael felt a flush of embarrassment and discomfort wash over him, but he couldn't deny the comforting feeling of the nurse's touch. He nodded his head and signed the consent form without reading it distracted by the kiss, hoping that the procedure would indeed be quick and painless.
"But what is it?" Michael persisted, feeling a sense of unease creeping over him.
One of the other nurses chimed in, "Oh, don't worry about a thing. All of our husbands have had this done, and they're perfectly fine, and we are very satisfied if you get my meaning." She smiled reassuringly at Michael, as the others nodded in agreement.
"We'll get started in just a few minutes," Dr. Imani said. "Don't worry, this is a routine procedure, and you'll be in and out in no time."
Michael's face flushed with embarrassment, and he shifted uncomfortably on the table. "Oh, uh, okay," he stammered, feeling more self-conscious than ever. The very sexy nurse put the anesthesia mask on his face.
“Shouldn’t I have eaten or ***** fluids if you are putting me under?” Michael said.
“No Mr. Wilson, you have life insurance, it doesn’t matter if you live or die in this procedure,” said Dr. Imani.
As the anesthesia took effect and Michael drifted off to sleep, he heard Dr. Imani's voice whispering in his ear. "Don't worry, Michael," he said, his voice soothing and reassuring. "You're in good hands. And just remember, I found your wife on the dating app BlackR in the Hot Moms for Black Cock section. I just had to have her come to Jamaica and find herself."
One of the nurses laughed and joked, "Don't worry, Michael, it's not like anyone's going to miss that tiny, useless thing!"
Dr. Imani exchanged a knowing look with the nurses, who giggled among themselves. "You mean that ugly little shriveled thing on his pelvis?" he said, his voice filled with amusement. "Yes, we're going to remove your nasty, ugly, tiny little cock and those two disgusting growths you call testicles."
The room erupted in laughter, and Michael couldn't help but join in, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as the drugs took effect. Two of the nurses started to make out and strip their clothes off as his head lolled to one side.
Emily the third nurse got to work as the two other white American nurses got to work sucking Dr. Imani’s big black dick.
Emily stood at Michael's operating table, her heart racing with nervous energy as she prepared the skin around the penis and testicles. She applied a liberal amount of local anesthetic to the area, ensuring that Michael would feel no pain during the procedure. She took a deep breath, steadying her hand as she made the small incisions using a surgical scalpel. She could feel Michael's tension and discomfort, and she did her best to be as gentle and precise as possible.
The two nurses practically fought each other with their tongues on the tip of Dr. Imani’s cock as he watched Emily work. The two of them take turns kissing his balls and saying “No white babies.” like a little chant.
As she worked, Emily felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. This was why she had become a nurse in the first place - to help people, to heal them, to make a difference in their lives. She focused all of her attention on the task at hand, carefully removing his penis and testicles with a pair of surgical scissors and forceps. She made sure to take her time, ensuring that all of the tissue was fully excised. This was a total penectomy, the entire penis, including the root that goes into the pelvis, is removed. In this case, the urethra (the tube that allows urine to leave the body) had been rerouted to a spot in the perineum. This is the area between the scrotum and the anus, which is known as a perineal urethrostomy. Emily was just a nurse and should not be performing the surgery, but Dr. Imani let her practice on white boys. Because, honestly, what did it matter if something went wrong?
Emily snipped off the last tiny growth of a testicle out of the slit in his sack, and she couldn't help but giggle a little at how relieved Michael looked to have it all over with. "You did great, Michael," she said, patting his arm. "It's all done now."
Dr. Imani erupted into the mouths of the two slutty nurses, milking his dick. He would always release when he saw that second nut separate from a dickless white boy.
Michael nodded weakly, still feeling a bit dazed by the procedure. He was appreciative of Emily's assurance and encouraging words, and he couldn't help but grin a little when he heard her giggle. He said, barely raising his voice above a whisper, "Thanks, Emily.”
“Girls Share!” Dr. Imani reprimanded them. One after the other, the nurses made out with Emily, spitting Dr. Imani's cum into her mouth.
Caught up in the spirit of sharing, Emily wiped a little glob of cum off of her lip with her finger and put it into Michael’s mouth under his anesthetic mask grinding her finger onto his tongue.
"You should start getting used to black cum now, Michael, you will be having plenty more," she said, smiling down at him.
As the nurse applied a small bandage to cover the area, Emily couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having helped another patient. It was moments like these that reminded her why she became a nurse in the first place - to ease the pain and discomfort of others, and to help them through difficult times.
“Ok doctor, now for your part of the surgery, we have the donor tissue here.” Nurse Emily went to a refrigerator cabinet and removed a petri dish with strange pink flesh in it. The dish said Jane Wilson on a little tag with the date a few weeks ago.
“Good cloned tissue, donor recipients take to the procedure so much better when the donor tissue is related.” Dr. Imani took the petri dish and picked up a scalpel, his hand steady after having just cum. He was truly a revolutionary and an advanced, uniquely skilled doctor.
