I worked many different jobs to pay my way through college. Among other things, I waited tables, pumped gas and delivered pizza. You could say that I had a very well-rounded education. In addition to my scholarly education, I learned a dozen different trades. I feel a little sorry for those who had their college education paid for by their daddies. They don't know what they missed.
I took whatever part-time jobs I could fit into my class schedule. My life wasn't all work and no play. The drudgery and boredom were frequently relieved by erotic adventures, like the time I got laid when I delivered pizza to a swinger party. While working the late-night shift at a gas station, a man walked in and invited me to screw his beautiful wife right in front of him. She was an excellent piece of ass. When I was waiting tables, I nailed a waitress while we were on our break. I even played in a rock band at a swinger club and was treated to weekly blow jobs from the wives. But my job as a condom tester was the best of all.
This ad caught my eye as I browsed the bulletin board outside the cafeteria:
"Male and female students wanted to test condoms for a major manufacturer. Only broad-minded need apply."
The terse message was followed by a telephone number. I immediately called and made an appointment. The following day I drove across town for my job interview. I expected to find a factory, so I was a little surprised when it turned out to be a laboratory in a health-care district.
Doctor Katie Kelly looked hot in her white smock. The top two buttons were opened to reveal just a hint of a frilly black bra and more than a hint of cleavage.
"We have a number of different condoms in our product line," my saucy interviewer began. "Your job is very simple. You will put on a condom and copulate with a female that we provide. After you ejaculate, I will examine the condom for damage."
"You mean you will pay me to fuck..er..I mean, have sex."
"Yes, and you can call it fucking. That's usually what I call it. I'm surprised that we have so much trouble finding student volunteers. I suppose they think it's too good to be true."
"Well, I did at first, but I'm sure glad I came. I always thought these things were tested with machines and compressors."
"Well, they do undergo many different tests, but it wouldn't make sense not to test them under actual conditions. If you stop to think about it, everything else is tested that way. You test hammers by driving nails, and drills by drilling holes." I couldn't help but notice the analogies and wondered if they were intentional.
"I will have to have a look at your penis," she said.
I lowered my pants to reveal my hard-on. Doctor Kelly laughed when she saw it, and asked, "Was it the cleavage or the perfume?" She put on a pair of latex gloves and took my measurements. My cock lurched upward when she touched it. "Good, you're bigger than average in length and girth. I prefer big men. They put the rubbers to a better test. Now I have to see you ejaculate. I don't hire weak ejaculators."
After spreading a blanket on the floor, she turned on a video camera and picked up a still camera. "Stand at the edge of the blanket and take care of your business," she said. "And try to make it quick. I have another interview in a few minutes." I had always wanted to jack off in front of a beautiful woman, and I was finally getting my chance. I wrapped my hand around my plump cock and began to jack hard and fast. It took less than a minute to unload. My first spurt sailed the full length of the blanket and narrowly missed the carpet. The others splashed down all over the blanket. I silently counted the spurts, "five..six..seven..eight." Doctor Kelly repeatedly clicked the shutter on the camera.
"Well, that was very impressive. You certainly have a healthy prostate. That would have been a good test for any condom. You are hired if you want the job. You will not be on the payroll, instead, you will be paid for each test, and the longer it lasts the more you will earn. We pay two dollars per minute, so if you last thirty minutes you earn sixty dollars. If you go off in less than five minutes, you won't be paid anything, and if it happens more than once, I'll have to let you go. I won't pay for premature ejaculations. These tests are to determine not only how effectively the condom holds the semen, but also how well it stands up over the long haul during both vaginal and anal intercourse. The ejaculation is a condom's biggest enemy, but friction also plays a part. And you don't have to worry if they do break. The girl has to use some alternate form of birth control, pills or a diaphragm. Do you have any questions?"
"Yes, will I always fuck the same woman?"
"No, for two reasons. I always have scheduling problems with students, and bringing the same two together is always difficult. It's easier just to take whoever is available. Also, using different vagina and penis combinations is a better test protocol. One of my testers has fucked more than a hundred girls."
As I left Doctor Kelly's office, a very pretty girl whom I had seen around the campus smiled at me as she went in. I carried out my first test two days later on that same adorable girl. Doctor Kelly led us to a bedroom adjoining her office. "This is Becky," she said. "It's her first time, too. Now get your clothes off and let's get started."
Becky stripped slowly and carefully hung her clothes in the closet. I tossed mine on a chair. I felt rather foolish as I stood there completely naked with my hard cock bobbing in front of me. I silently prayed that I would perform like a man. My greatest fear was that I would ejaculate prematurely. I needn't have worried.
Becky turned to face me. Damn, was she ever hot! Her tits could have been one cup size larger, but they were still very fine specimens. Her body was the same golden brown from head to toe, no doubt thanks to a tanning salon near the campus. A thin strip of hair running up her slit was her only cuntal foliage.
"This is a prototype of an ultra-thin condom that we are trying to perfect," Doctor Kelly said, as she handed me a rolled up condom. "I should probably do this test with experienced testers, but I have a feeling you will do okay. We've had problems with the semen reservoir bursting, but it has been made more pliable to allow it to stretch. Now put it on and let's get down to business."
My hands trembled as I rolled the rubber onto the head and smoothed it down over my cock. "Bend over," Doctor Kelly ordered. She lubricated a small device that resembled a miniature barbell. "This is nothing more than a switch connected to a counter that will count the contractions of your anus while you are ejaculating. That information will help me estimate the strength of your orgasm." I bent forward and she slipped one of the small, greasy balls into my ass. I rather enjoyed the feel of it.
"Becky, get on the bed in the missionary position," Doctor Kelly ordered. The petite girl went to her back on the bed and spread her legs akimbo. "All right, go ahead and fuck her."
I caught a whiff of perfume as I mounted a girl who had not said a single word to me. I was so nervous that I couldn't find her fuck-hole and she finally reached down and tucked me in. She winced as I pushed my cock in a little too hard and fast. Her pussy fit my cock like a warm glove. I sensed that she had no more experience than I had. For the first five minutes, she simply laid there and took it. Then she began to respond. The first sign of her arousal was her fingernails lightly raking my back and ass. Then she began lifting her ass off of the bed and rising to meet my thrusts. She began wheezing as though suffering an asthma attack and her belly began smacking against mine. We were soon fucking like two rutting animals.
"Good, very good," Doctor Kelly said. "Give that rubber a good test."
Becky was whispering all sorts of filthy things in my ear. She seemed to have a special fondness for the word "motherfucker". I put my full weight on her so I could feel her perky tits against my hairy chest. Even though the rubber prevented direct contact with her sex juices, I could tell she was juicing up because my cock was sliding into her as smoothly as a hot knife into butter.
