Hardcorps: Storming Ashore at the Fertility Clinic
An Exercise in Futile Pleasure
Guys ask me all the time if I'm really into this stuff, or if I'm just fooling around. I'm not fooling around.
Let me tell you about my husband. We've been married for 15 months now and I love him. But I didn't always. Hmmm ... let me back up. Introductions are always a good place to start.
My name is Rachael and I'm Amerasian, even though I like to pretend I'm not. At least online. But this is a true story and I've gotten a lot of email from people asking about the real me, so if I'm going to keep posting to Eunuch Archives, I might as well have one story I can point to and say – "There I am."
I'm a small girl, only 5'2" tall and 105lbs or so, depending on what I had for lunch. Brown skin, as if I have a good tan year round, long black hair, brown eyes, not really almond shaped though. I have some Spanish blood; my mother was from the Philippines originally. High cheeks, and a small, sort of flat nose, but not bad. I'm cute. Guys like me. I have small breasts, they only grew for a couple weeks when I was 14, I think, and just ... stopped trying. But I have nice legs and a great ass, small and round and tight.
I was working part-time during my freshman year at college at the University Medical Center. It was an interesting job although I wasn't exactly sure I wanted to be assigned where I was – The Fertilization Clinic. This was part of the UMC that dealt with human reproduction and really, they did a lot of amazing work in a lot of different areas, both physically and psychologically. I wasn't too interested in helping women get pregnant, you understand, and I have no real desire for children of my own. But the Fertility Clinic was where the sperm bank was and I soon learned that it could be a very rewarding environment to work in!
The sperm bank ... Mmmm ... you have no idea how exciting I found that place. I don't have a real sperm fetish, I just like balls. I always have, ever since I was old enough to point between my Daddy's legs when I saw him naked, giggling and wondering what those funny things were. He didn't abuse me, nothing like that, but most fathers are pretty casual around toddlers, you know, even girls. And even as a pre-teen I could still get a peek every now and again.
The penis, on the other hand, held no real fascination. I thought it looked sort of dumb, ugly even, and I had no desire to even touch one of those things. So it may be one more proof of Fate's ironic humor that penis touching was exactly what I spent the majority of my time doing! Not that the clinic knew about that, of course. I'd have been fired pretty quickly if any of the doctors knew what I was doing! But I wasn't going to tell, nor, I was sure, would the patients.
I had been assigned to the sperm bank as a nursing assistant, which basically meant cleaning. Blah! But I found that there were other and much more valuable contributions I could make. It all started with a patient named Mr. Keller, who was donating sperm that was to be used in one research program or another. Some men would donate for use in artificial insemination, for their wives generally. Others were donors for research into reproductive medicine. And still others were simply such specimens of human male perfection that it was assumed their sperm would be wanted for reproduction by other, anonymous, people. Single women, for example, or by couples when the husband was infertile. Even lesbian couples.
Mr. Keller was donating for research. Now normally a man comes in, relaxes, he finds a small room equipped with some pornographic magazines, a small TV/vcr combo with x-rated tapes, and a plastic container. He gets some privacy and does his thing, masturbating into the cup and presenting it to one of the nurses. Simple right?
Well, Mr. Keller was having a hard time, no pun intended. He'd been in that little room for nearly half an hour, so long that I had actually thought he'd finished and gone. That someone had forgotten to turn off the little red light that was on outside the door, indicating the room was occupied. I mean, it was lunchtime. Everyone else was gone except me and the bored receptionist out front. Even the nurse who was supposed to be waiting for Mr. Keller had left, apparently forgetting all about the man!
Not very professional in my opinion!
So, it really was an accident when I opened the door, walking right into that small room, and getting the surprise of my life! There was Mr. Keller, thirtyish, in pretty good shape, nice green eyes, sitting on a comfy chair, watching an old copy of Coed Sluts on the TV and stroking a rather ordinary looking erection.
He stared at me and we both blushed. I was apologizing and he was trying to cover himself up and turn off the TV at the same time. I was starting to leave, hoping he wouldn't say something to the receptionist, or my supervisor, and get me in trouble, when Mr. Keller spoke.
"Wait! Uh ... don't go," he said. I paused, looking down at the floor. "Are you a nurse?"
"No, no sir." I shook my head.
"But you work here, right?" he asked and I nodded. "Then maybe you could, uh, help me."
"How, I mean ... what can I do?" I still wasn't looking at him.
"I just can't ... I mean, I'm not really into movies, or anything." He coughed nervously. "I'm having a hard time ... you know..."
"Cumming?" I offered.
"Yeah," he sighed. "Exactly. I just can't cum like this. Do you think you could, um, help me?"
I looked at him then, nodding slowly, but not really sure what he wanted from me. "What can I do to help?"
"Well ... come here and uh, let me look at you." He smiled and I did as he asked, walking over shyly.
I'd had boyfriends, of course, a couple of them, but I was raised sort of strictly, with my mother being ultra-catholic, like old school catholic, and my daddy being Irish catholic and a little militant about it. The truth was, I'd never done much more than kiss a boy in my life and now here, just a few feet away was a total stranger with his big hard cock sticking straight up in the air!
I stood in front of him, smiling shyly and staring, but not at his cock which seemed huge to my inexperienced eyes, but at his balls! They were very nice, I though, almost pretty the way they hung low against the soft red fabric of the chair. I could distinctly make out both of Mr. Keller's orbs, outlined through the thin skin surrounding them. I licked my lips subconsciously, wondering what they felt like. If they were warm, if they were hard or soft.
"God, you're beautiful," Mr. Keller breathed, reviving me from my thoughts and I blushed slightly. "Are you Hispanic?"
I giggled at that, although I do hear it a lot. "No." I shook my head. "I'm half Filipina."
"Really?" He grinned at me. "Why don't you get more comfortable? Take off your blouse for me."
I looked around nervously at that, though I don't know why. Nobody else was in there. I was wearing a plain white blouse and matching skirt, pretty ordinary clothes although it did set off my caramel skin nicely. I wasn't sure I should have been doing it, but I nodded and started unbuttoning my blouse slowly, taking it off so I stood there in the small white bra that I wore.
"Oh, that's nice!" the man said. "You have lovely skin. What's your name?"
"Rachael," I answered, staring at his balls again, watching how they moved as Mr. Keller stroked his elongated prick slowly.
"Mmm ... Rachael. I love your tits ... Can I see them?"
I was a bit shy about that, especially that, because my boobs are barely A cups really. I always thought I should have been larger, just a little and I've wondered about getting them done. But so many men are like Mr. Keller was that day, very appreciative of my body. I reached behind me, undoing the clasp and took it off, turning away slightly with my shyness, but then I turned back, looking down at myself.
"Don't be shy, Rachael," Mr. Keller chided me gently. "Your breasts are gorgeous! Very, very nice!" He was staring at my tits and I felt my dark nipples growing warm, getting hard and itchy for him.
"Thank you." I gave a tiny nod and actually arched my back, just a little trying to push them out more.
"How about the rest of you?" he wondered, breathing a little harder now. "Let me see your ass, Rachael."
My little brown butt is the one part of me I know is awesome and so you'll excuse me when I say I was actually a little bit eager to show off for the man. I unzipped my skirt, letting gravity pull it down to the floor around my ankles. I was only wearing a little pair of white cotton panties, decorated with little red hearts, of all things. Mr. Keller urged at me to turn around for him, to bend over and I did all of that. I spread my legs a little, pulling my panties up between the flawless globes of my ass like a thong and giggled when he praised me.
"Oh, Rachael, that's the finest ass I've ever seen!" He laughed with me, enjoying my dark blush as I felt decidedly warm all over by then. "Take off your panties, let me see!"
.... There is more of this story ...