Rachel is the receptionist at the Sperm Bank. She is 32, 5` 2"curvy, buxom and single. Her blonde hair falls in wavy tresses over her shoulders as she greets visitors (both unaccompanied men arriving to donate and couples looking for help in starting a family).
Amanda Jones is the consultant at the practice and after 5 years at medical school is the top reproductive doctor and in charge of the site. 5`8" tall (more in the heels she wears to work) and her dark brown hair is straight and long. Her elegant gym-toned figure boasts graceful broad hips and a flat stomach above which C cup breasts jut magnificently.
Twice every week the sperm bank stayed open late into the evening with a skeleton staff just to take donations from men who worked during the day. The clinic relied mainly on the donations from middle aged men who already had families and wanted to help other childless couples but occasionally accepted students from the local University.
Rachel & Amanda were working the late shift once more. Being the only staff on duty they used the opportunity to take advantage of the situation to their own ends. Rachel had a voyeuristic streak and had adapted one of the two donation rooms for her own ends. Amanda had a sideline in providing private clients who wanted to jump the queue for treatment with carefully chosen donors.
At 7.30pm 38 year old Mr Robinson arrived to provide a sample for donation. He already had 2 children, a happy marriage, was certified free of any STD and had a very high sperm count. Rachel greeted him with a smile and asked him to sign the paperwork while she checked the room for him. She walked the 20 yards down from the reception desk to the small private room and let herself in. Beside a small sofa was a cabinet with sterile sample pots on top. She checked that the cupboard below had the requisite selection of soft core girly magazines provided to help the male donors get excited. Locking the door from the inside, she reached under her knee length skirt and eased down her panties. Rachel stashed her underwear on top of the magazines and closed the cupboard. She straightened her skirt and left the room.
"All ready for you Mr Robinson" she said, handing him the key.
He thanked her and locked himself inside. At reception, Rachel buzzed Amanda's office.
"Can you cover reception for a few minutes?" she asked.
Amanda quickly left her computer and files and took her coffee to the front desk. She exchanged knowing smiles with Rachel who walked briskly down the corridor and quietly let herself into the private room next to Mr Robinson's.
Rachel kept the light turned off in the windowless private room usually reserved for donation. She lifted a large picture frame off the wall revealing a two way mirror looking into the lit room beyond where Mr Robinson was finishing getting undressed. Rachel admired his broad masculine physique and hairy chest. He laid his clothes in a pile on the edge of the sofa and reached for the cupboard where he knew the magazines were kept. As he reached in Rachel watched intently as he pulled out a pair of women's pink knickers. He looked confused for a moment but then raised them to his face. Rachel's mouth opened slightly in a gasp and her hand crept down to her bare pussy under her skirt as Mr Robinson smelled the gusset of the panties she had been wearing not 10 minutes ago. She knew that he could smell the musky fragrance of her aroused pussy and she watched as his cock twitched into life and swelled before he had even touched it.
Rachel's fingers navigated the gentle curves of her pussy mound with its trimmed blonde hair and found the wetness leaking from between her labia as the married sperm donor in the next room grew erect and touched himself whilst holding her underwear. She loved the sense of raw power it gave her knowing that she could elicit such a response in a stranger. Maybe this made up for her lack of confidence about relationships but whatever it was it was a powerful aphrodisiac that aroused her greatly. Rachel parted her knees and her fingers worked between her lips at her sodden, hot sex.
Mr Robinson was totally erect now and as he pumped his shaft in one hand he rubbed the smooth satin over his chest and up to his face. Rachel could see a flush appearing on his chest and goosebumps appearing on his buttocks as he stood up, still holding her panties. Tearing open a sample pot sealed in a plastic bag, he was obviously going to cum soon.
"Not so soon!" wished Rachel to herself - she was aroused but not quite on the point of orgasm.
But the frisson of excitement of having knickers to masturbate to had brought Mr Robinson to the boil quicker than usual. He gasped a muffled moan and holding the pot at the end of his swollen cock, he came.
Rachel watched open eyed as jet after jet of his ejaculation poured into the pot. She loved watching a man climax and this was no exception. Mr Robinson gave a very large sample today and after nine or ten pulses he almost filled the pot with his semen. He milked the last drop in and set the pot aside.
Rachel quickly smoothed down her skirt while Mr Robinson got dressed and mopped his brow. She hurried out of the darkened room and back to reception before Mr Robinson walked out with a polite smile and a goodbye.
Once he had left Rachel hurried into the room he had just vacated and collected the sample pot covered with a discreet tissue. She brought it through to Amanda's office.
"Fresh sample from Mr Robinson - it's very full!" she noted and Amanda's eyes widened. Just as Rachel was going to make a suggestion the reception bell went. "It'll have to wait..."
Rachel hurried back to the desk to find a young man in a sports track suit loitering at the desk.
"Errr, hello" he stuttered, "I've come to see Dr Jones. She said to come back for my results.
"Sure thing. Why don't you take a seat in Consulting Room 1 over there and I will get Dr Jones to come through" Rachel said.
Rachel explained to Amanda about the fit young man in his early twenties and she picked up a clipboard and joined him.
