Copyright © November 2017 by CiaoSteve
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This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
Author's Notes
Foreword #1 : All characters in this story are over 18
Foreword #2 : This is pure fantasy and could contain events which may not happen in real life
Foreword #3 : The story itself was based upon a suggestion from a fellow reader, Dimitris. I am appreciative for his ideas and for providing the opportunity to use his suggestions as the basis for this story.
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It's a well known fact that students never have any money and Jake Masters was no different to the rest of them. He was a second year Physics undergraduate at one of the top universities in his country. Studies were going well, life was great but could be greater still with just a little more disposable income. The problem was that he didn't really have time for a job, even a part time one, alongside his studies.
So the day the advert went up, discreetly positioned in a dark corner of the student common room, Jake immediately had an idea in mind. He took a quick photo of the advert and returned to his room to read it more closely. It wasn't the type of advert that you wanted to linger around for all to see.
Back in the privacy of his own room, Jake examined the photo closely on his mobile phone, almost reading it out loud to himself:
* * * WANTED - NEW DONORS * * *
Cuminside Clinic
State of the art sperm bank looking for new donors
Discreet, personal service
Our attentive staff will look after all your needs
Rewarding for the right candidates
Flexible arrangements, come as often as you want
Call now for your personal screening
01727 471234
He made the call the next day and made an appointment for the following Friday afternoon as he didn't have any lectures at that time.
The day arrived and Jake took the two buses to the clinic. It was located out of town, a fairly large, modern building set back from the road behind a row of mature trees for seclusion. He walked the long driveway towards the entrance, dressed not to grab any attention in a plain tracksuit and sneakers. For sure the building was modern but Jake wasn't so sure about the state of the art piece in the advert. Maybe though his mind would be changed once he was inside.
The closer he got, the more his stomach churned, carrying out cartwheels that even the best gymnast would have been proud of. Over and over in his mind he told himself that this was only a test and nothing to be worried about. He could leave at any point if he wanted to. There was just one part of his conscious which tried to fight back, to say that nothing comes for free and all may not be what it seems. Jake though pushed that thought to the back of his mind and walked in through the automatic doors.
He glanced around, taking in his environs, taking a deep breath as he realised that this could have been the reception in any new hospital or doctor's surgery. There was a waiting area to the right, a reception desk straight ahead and a door off to the left, presumably leading to the consulting rooms. The walls were adorned with pictures. Two walls covered with the usual glossy images of healthy adults in various stages of life; loving couples, in pregnancy or young families. The third wall was decorated with pictures of the staff themselves, roles, names and employee of the month. Jake was just taking in the mug shots, amazed at the way that they looked more like the employees of a modelling agency than a medical facility, when he heard a woman's voice.
"Hello, can I help you sir?" came a quiet female voice from behind the reception desk.
Jake turned and approached the desk, behind which sat a smartly dressed middle aged woman, exactly the sort you would expect to find in the reception of any doctors or hospital. She wore a name badge which confirmed her to be Sharon and that she was a receptionist at the Cuminside Clinic.
"Oh yes," came a nervous reply "I phoned up a couple of days back and made an appointment."
"Name?"
Jake took a glance around, to make sure there was nobody within earshot before replying.
"Jake . . . . Jake Masters."
There was a slight pause as the receptionist typed away on her keyboard.
"Oh yes, I see." she smiled up at Jake before continuing "You replied to our advert for new donors and you are here for your screening. Take a seat. It won't take long and one of the Sisters will be with you."
"Sisters?" Jake thought to himself stopping just short of saying the word out loud. He hadn't thought of the fact that he may be screened by a woman. Anyway, no turning back now and he really could do with the extra money. As requested Jake took a seat in the waiting area, his attention returning to the photos on the opposite wall. His mind wandered, eyeing each photo up and down. There sure were a lot of women on the staff and a lot of beautiful ones at that. It wasn't long before he heard his name being called out.
"Mr Masters," came the receptionist's quiet voice "the Sister will see you now."
Sharon pointed over to the door on the far side of the reception area which had now been opened by a young attractive lady, long black hair against her fair skin, wearing a short black skirt and, over the top, a white button up medical smock. The Sister smiled and, holding the door open, beckoned Jake to follow her. They left the reception area and into a long corridor. There were doors off to each side, each one named and numbered. They seemed to be a mix of offices, consultation rooms and recovery rooms. Towards the end of the corridor the Sister opened a door to a room which was aptly named "Consulting Room #7 - Screening". She turned to Jake and ushered him in before closing the door behind.
"So, Mr Masters, I'm Sister Angelica," she introduced herself in an accent which was definitely not local. "Please take a seat," she continued, pointing at a low leather armchair .
Jake sat down. It was rather warm inside so he removed his zip up top and put it on a table at the side. He took a quick look around the room, relieved to see that it was simply a doctor's consulting room, albeit a rather plushly decorated one. There was a consulting table on one side, a desk and computer and then the area where he was sitting which contained a couple of low tables and comfortable chairs. He watched as Sister Angelica walked over to the only window and slowly closed the blinds. He hadn't noticed before but the heels she was wearing really exaggerated her long toned legs. That, and the way she wiggled her ass seductively when she walked, convinced Jake that she was more a Sister Angelic than a Sister Angelica. With the blind closed the room was rather dark but that was soon addressed as she turned on a couple of freestanding lights.
Sister Angelica picked up a clipboard from the desk by the computer and walked across to the chair opposite Jake. She noticed his gaze, fixed on her body, and smiled inside at the impression her form was already having on the young lad. Now though was time to step it up a little and see what he had under the covers. Could he be the one?
Jake meanwhile was still fixated in the attractiveness of this young nurse, his eyes running up and down the length of her body, following those long legs up to the point where they disappeared inside her skirt then imagining the shapes inside, visually exploring every hidden curve within her smock. The Sister bent forward to place the clipboard on the table in front. Her smock dropped down providing Jake with an eyeful down her top. His mouth almost opened in awe at the beautiful pair of firm tits which hung seductively from her chest, each topped out by a small hard nub of a nipple. Down below, his manhood twitched and grew a little at the sight facing him.
It hadn't even registered that Jake should have been shocked by her lack of a bra, all he could focus on was the beauty of those tits. She lingered there just a second longer than necessary before sitting down in the chair opposite, her legs crossed, left over right.
"Make yourself comfortable Mr Masters," continued the Sister in her sultry foreign sounding voice. "Would you mind if I called you Jake?"
Jake shook his head, acknowledging her question. She leant forward, this time to pick up the clipboard, flashing her pert tits again at the lad. His cock twitched once more and, conscious of his growing manhood, Jake cross his legs to hide it from view.
"Now Jake, we've got a few things to get through but it shouldn't take long. I'll start by telling you a little about the clinic and how we work as some of our ways may be a little alien to you if you've been elsewhere. Then I have a little questionnaire to complete and finally we need to give you the once over and take a quick sample for screening. Is that OK?"
Again Jake just nodded, seemingly having lost the use of his mouth.
"Oh . . . and Jake, don't be afraid to ask questions as we go. We want our clients to be happy with everything we do here, and to date we've never had a disappointed customer, they just keep cumming again and again, if you pardon the pun."
Jake laughed, a nervous laugh, then sat back ready to listen. Sister Angelica herself relaxed back into her seat. She uncrossed her legs lifting her left up and over before following with her right and crossing once more the other way round. It was only a few seconds but Jake didn't miss a thing.
A la
Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, Sister Angelica was flashing a naked pussy at the young lad, the only difference being that hers was shaved bare revealing the long straight line separating the Sister's outer labia. It was only a second but the clear image of a bare shaven pussy was etched on his mind. His eyes noticed and his cock reacted, again growing in size slightly, by now a clearly visible lump in the front of his joggers.
"So where should I begin?" continued the Sister. "The Clinic was built a year or so ago in response to an increase in demand for semen. We've always seen ourselves as a little different to other clinics in the market. On the first hand we have tried to brush off the seedy image of donation but more importantly we believe our techniques are second to none in terms of collection and preservation, meaning we can work with just a select few of the most potent donors, which in turn means that we offer the best in treatment to those requiring our services. We are a not-for-profit organisation with income from the treatments netting off against the costs of donation. We like to think that our donors do enjoy their participation, they are key to our business and we must make sure that they have a totally enjoyable experience. You could say we go the whole way to make sure that they are satisfied. As I mentioned before, some just keep cumming and cumming, again and again, whilst others never really leave. Here, have a look at some of our testimonials."