1. The Sperm Clinic Interviews a New Nurse Candidate


    Date: 3/17/2024, Categories: Medical, Author: sexobjex 

    ... almost comical effect.

“May I make you a drink?” Owen said. Jane was so stunned by what she had seen that only now did she realizethis sleazebag actually has a fucking wet bar in his office. The counter was lined with glass handles of top shelf liquor, but it even had an old-fashioned seltzer bottle next to an ice bucket with tongs.

“Vodka tonic,” Jane mumbled cautiously. Owen mixed the drink. Before walking over to Jane, he turned to her and looked her in the eye as he held a small pink pill over the glass, nodding as if to ask for her consent to add it to her cocktail. “This is something our in-house pharmacy compounds," he said. "It’s just a mood enhancer.”

Jane nodded.What the fuck, she thought.

After he handed over the fizzy drink, Jane took a big, deep gulp with both hands around the cocktail glass. Almost immediately a wave of total pleasure and release hit her. She was so totally relaxed and into the thrill of the moment.I am interviewing for a $90,000-a-year job where I’m going to jerk off hot boys 30 years younger than me, she thought.And all those college-girl sluts out there are going to hear me fucking this total 1970s pornstar quack on his cheap couch.

Owen sat down next to Jane on the interview couch, and while she expected him to put his arm around her, instead he propped up his head while looking dreamily into her eyes. The drink and the “mood enhancer” had absolutely convinced this was now actually romantic. Jane caught her breath. She ...
    ... was, actually, now completely aroused. She felt the unmistakable tingle of vaginal wetness — and she was 54! — weeping from her pussy, which had opened like a flower in the morning dew underneath her polite, white, cotton panties. All she wanted to do in this moment was get herself off.

“So, we’re very interested in bringing you to our professional staff,” Owen said, “we think you have a lot to offer.”

“Uh huh,” Jane mumbled, almost robotically.

“Why do you want to work for this clinic?” he asked.

“I like helping … men … achieve their … goals?” she said, covering her mouth and snorting in disbelief at the words she'd actually spoken aloud.

“Good girl!” he giggled. Now he was tracing his index finger over Jane's knee. “We have lots of goal-oriented people at our clinic. We’re goal driven, and we do have a bonus arrangement for nurses who can hit performance targets.”

“What are those targets?” she said nervously.

“Volume, mostly,” he said. “The specimens also need to be a certain temperature, and can’t be contaminated by lubrication or … saliva.”

As the implication of that last word —saliva — hits Jane, Owen casually opened his losely belted robe, exposing a hairy chest and treasure trail down from his navel that stopped at a completely, baby smooth shaved pubic area, whose tumescent penis was starting to point straight out at Jane.

“I need to see a demonstration of your technique, Jane,” he said, stroking the nape of her neck with the back of his ...
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