The Sperm Clinic Interviews a New Nurse Candidate - Sex Stories

The Sperm Clinic Interviews a New Nurse Candidate

... in other words.

The clinic director, was standing opposite the desk with the door to his office open. At first Jane thought he was wearing a doctor's white lab coat. After a double-take, she realized it was actually a linen mid-thigh bathrobe; the stethoscope around his neck was just a prop worn for effect.

“Jane?” he said solicitously, offering an insincere handshake. “You’re Jane, right? Welcome, we’ve heard so much about you.”

Well, now that doesn't scan, Jane thought, because she'd had no contact with this clinic before yesterday when she answered the job ad online.

Frankly, none of it felt safe. But the intrigue was too intense. Shehadto know more.What the fuck is this place is really about?

As Jane tried to walk professionally over to Owen's office, she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her right eye of a nude, hairy, but very fit and toned college-age boy, shuddering and walking out of one of the stalls. He had his back to her, but for a brief instant she saw the tip of his dangling, limp cock drooling out the remnants of some kind of post-orgasm mixture of lube and cum. A nurse was walking with him, her hand placed very tenderly on his back, ushering him to what looked like the shower area at Jane's fitness center, where he was probably going to clean up and recover from his donation session.

Jane's mind was now almost at war with itself.

Get the FUCK out of here.

NO, YOU HAVE TO SEE MORE.

This is a goddamn brothel, Jane, not a medical ...

... clinic.

I KNOW, AND THAT’S SO FUCKING HOT.

“Please,” Owen said, gesturing to his door, again cheerfully oblivious to what was taking place in the back of the clinic. Almost robotically, Jane walked over to him to extend a courteous handshake, passing by the central nurse desk as she did so. On the corner of the desk was one of those aromatherapy diffusers belching an aggressive fragrance into the sweaty, cum-filled air of the clinic. The smell of peppermint and cheap stripper perfume mixed with pubic sweat and musky body hair hit her again. It smelled like a guy had jizzed into the bottom of her aunt's pocketbook. Hell, the whole place smelled like the set of an X-rated fuck movie.

Owen closed the office door behind Jane and motioned her to a brown naugahyde couch opposite his cheap particle board desk. Behind it, however, was a bank of black and white monitors, like something out ofScarface. Except on those monitors Jane could see what was going on in every one of the donor rooms.

Some guys were jerking off to a porn magazine. One guy was simply dozing on a gurney, hands folded across his chest. And then in Stall 4, there was just no pretense about what was going on. Seen from the overhead corner of the room, the security camera showed a nurse just straight-up fucking the patient, riding him cowgirl-style, one of her hands interlaced into his as she ground her ass and pussy along his waist, while the other held on to her little stripper-costume nurse bonnet with ...