All in a morning at the office - Part 1, a short story by GutterrhymesEsq. Date added: 2012-07-30. Times viewed: 10431.
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- Intro: Het, Masturbation, coarse language, toys, physical restraining; Ruth has to help out at the Holborn Sperm Bank
All in a morning at the office – Part 1
By
Gutter Rhymes
Our set-up was designed to encourage as many sperm donors as possible by ensuring minimal embarrassment and discomfort, and ensuring that our kind sperm donors enjoyed the maximum possible comfort and confidentiality. The premises in a non-descript building a hundred metres’ walk from the Holborn tube station had a busy little eatery on the ground floor. A quick trot up a single flight of stairs and one was welcomed by a smiling usher, straight into a private suite. As we shared the entrance with a few other businesses, no one could guess what our clients were up to.
The computerised enrolment form gave clear choices. The main choice was how the donor (benevolent wankers as I secretly called them) wanted to be assisted along, as many had a problem with sitting in a room with a small sterile jar to ejaculate into. But we took care of all that, we had a wide variety of tasteful pornography although we recently started offering bestiality ones which had been hitherto out of bounds. We solved that by adding category we called “Others” and only when one had not found what they wanted, would they click on "Others" and then we offered the whole gamut; dogs, horses, eels and what not. We excluded the videos with animals that were obviously drugged or the scrawny mongrels that were under-fed and neglected. Any hint of cruelty disqualified the videos or images.
Child pornography was of course out of the question as we believe that people who have sex with children or find child sex attractive belong in jails and institutions. At the end, our benevolent wankers would have the best setting for them to donate their healthy disease free sperm to the needy. As 72 hour abstinence was a prerequisite, we always got decent volumes of the creamy stuff.
All our donation (read wanking) suites had a girlie name "Nancy", "Becky" etc, to add a sexy dimension to them.
With all these preparations and options at least half of the men still needed some “encouragement”, with about 5 – 10% failing to ejaculate depending on who was on duty. I can honestly say I have had less than 3% failure, perhaps due to my looks.
I am a petite well endowed 30 year old. My boobs are the subject of many exciting tales and have induced many a good man to misbehave and at least 3 guys have left their wives when it appeared like I was willing to marry them but I will never marry, I don’t see the point. My eyes are green, thanks to fact that my Jamaican decend mother married a Swedish student, my dad Stephan Westberg. Everyone loves what my eyes do to my brown face and many have asked me if I was wearing coloured contact lenses. My hair is mousy brown but I keep it short and crinkly. The power of peroxide guarantees a permanent blonde tint. I look stunning even if I say so myself. I got the hips and strong white teeth from my mother, and a straight nose from my father.
In high heels my legs look sexy with strong calves. I always wear a revealing clothes, despite the grey London weather.
Back to my morning at work.
9:35 am
The buzzer in “Nancy” room went and I was knocking at the door within seconds.
“Come in” Mr Andy Pitt called and I entered.
He was lying on the couch, naked from waist down and had his semi-erect 5 incher in his left hand. I locked the door behind me.
“I need some help please Ruth” he said looking at my name tag and of course my big boobs on which it sat.
“What gets you off Mr Pitt? How can I help you along?” I saked.
“It’s Andy please Ruth” he said with an embarrassed look on his face, adding.
“I just need you to say things that will help me, you know..”
I looked at the big screen T.V and realised that there was a grainy video playing, it was the vintage all time great "Debbie does Dallas", the volume was muted.
Our eyes met and he then stammered that he wanted me to say nice things to him.
“Just tell me you want me, to…you know, mmm, just say you want to do things to me” Andy was too embarrassed so I rescued him.
“I hear you Andy. Alright Andy, let’s start by you relaxing” I said sitting in the chair opposite him. And crossing my legs so that he could see as much of my legs as possible, but nothing “upskirt”.
“That’s a very handsome tool you have there, can you pull the foreskin forward for me please… yes, like that, now hold the tip of the skin with your left hand and pull it, great, just like that” I paused and our eyes met.
“Now squeeze your cock-head with your right had…there you go, squeeze it tight.” I paused again.
“That is how tight my kitty is, and it is already wet…just looking at your cock grow, I am getting all wet” I said uncrossing my legs and flashing the clean crotch gauze of my knickers.
“Damn it, Pass the jar please Ruth quick” he groaned.
Andy shot at least 12 mililitres of very fluid sperm and sqeezed his dick until the last drop was collected.
“Thanks Andy, I will take that.” I said taking the labelled sperm jar and closing the door behind me.
9:55am
John Jenkins was a regular donor and I knew his routine. We sat around for 3 minutes, talking dirty.
“When was your last shag Ruth?” he asked so innocently, as if he was asking about the weather.
“About 5 am this morning”
“Did you come?” he continued.
“Na, my man was in a hurry so I just let him shoot, he will make it up to me later today”
“That’s a pity” he offered his condolences.
“Not really, you see, John, its not a tit-for-tat thing, we are in this sex thing together and my man knows that” I said
“Not ‘tit’ huh! Pity because you have ‘tit’ to kill for” John was just being his lewd self.
“John! Quit talking about my tits, please pull out you willy and give us your seed. You know how many desperate women and couple you are helping, so get on with it”
“Does he like your tits, I am sure he worships them” John said stroking his member with sterile lube.
It grew hard in seconds. I didn’t want to answer his question, yet.
“Does he like tit-fucks. I bet you he does..I would love to.”
“He put his dick on my bosom this morning and I squeezed it with these” I said cupping my boobs, making them “spill” out a little. I always unzipped my dress a few inches more in front, before seeing Mr Jenkins.
“Do that again..those are the best tits in the Holborn area, no, in the whole of London” John Jenkins said as he increased his wank tempo.
“Here I come Ruth, straight onto those knockers..take it my girl, take it my girl, just take this hot Jewish spunk”
A decent volume of spermatozoa in the jar, I clicked the door shut and left John to dress up and leave.
10:30am
The buzzer in the "Debbie" room went, once, twice, then a third time in quick succession. I rushed to find out what he urgency was. Tim Wagoner was a new benevolent wanker, so I had no clue what to expect.
I got into the room and locked the door behind. He was watching a gay video with a fat old man slung over the kitchen table as a teenager banged his gaping hole. Tim was totally naked and his short fat prick was red as he furiously pumped it.
“Just stand and watch Ruth…I have been at it for so long and I just cant shoot…I am almost there but I don’t know whats wrong today” he groaned as slurp-slurp his well lubricated hand went, all around his dick.
I stood in utter silence and watched as he pumped his dick, speaking to himself. I figured that his fantasy at that point was fucking David Cameron the British PM in the arse as he kept saying things like.
“For you Prime Minister, this is for you…fuck the coalition, they have no balls…fuck your Foreign Sec....that William Hague doesn’t last. Take mine David it's fatter!”
I watched in amazement as he was so rough with his own dick. I did fear he might damage it, but it was his, so I just watched.
“Here, David, now I cream your bowels…fuckit, here, take it in your shitter” Tim said, shooting the largest volume of the morning.
I collected the jar of thick white cum. A human being was going to come into the world on the butthole of Her Majesty 12th Prime Minister!
Lookout for the second and final part of this story.
Not ended yet
© Gutter Rhymes
July 2012
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