Fertility Clinic Jerk

At the time, my spouse was angling for a kid.  I knew this was a long shot because she was eight years older than me (in her 40s) and had a tilted uterus.  Even though I was not into this, I complied because I was a supportive husband.  So, the data needed from me was a sperm count.  My part was easy enough; all I had to do was jizz in a cup.

Once again, I was not into this, but I was curious about the procedure.  So, we set a date (and I mean we, as in me and my then spouse) to show up at the clinic and spunk in a cup.  The rules allowed a spouse in the room so long as the sample was not contaminated by spit, pussy fluid, or weird lubricants.  Seemed fair enough…

We show up on our designated jerk off date as planned.  I remember walking into the reception/waiting area to check in, were a couple of other dudes were waiting for their time to rub it out.  I remember both of them sheepishly staring at the floor, waiting for the call to step up and milk the member.  I was wondering how this worked.  How many rooms, offices, or closets were there to pull the pud.

As it turned out, the jerk off room was pretty nice.  It was rather cozy.  It had nice carpet, a nice couch and easy chair.  There was a television set with a stack of VHS porn tapes (yes, I’m dating myself).   A stack of filthy magazines.   Plenty of tissue paper.  And a water based lubricant if needed.  I believe a masturbation session ran every 30 minutes from 8am to 4pm, five days a week. Wow!  That’s a lot of cum flying!  Or rather, being collected.  Nothing wasted in this joint!  Oh, another rule that was specified was that you were not supposed to ejaculate 48 hours before your appointment.  Whatever; I jerked off a few times within that 48 hours… 

Here’s how it went, when your time comes up, you are escorted to a beat off room.  When you are in the room, you flick a light switch on the wall that designates the room is occupied.  After the load is deposited in a sample cup, you place it in a small revolving door at the opposite end of the room for the staff to collect.  That’s it.

We wasted no time getting down to business.  My then spouse was a fitness model, so she was sexy enough by looks alone to get you hard.  She stripped down sat on the edge of the couch and spread her pussy lips.  I started growing.  She turned around and spread her ass cheeks, showing me her wonderful asshole.  I was hard as a rock and ready to go!  She started to jerk me off as she licked my ball sack.  She said filthy things like, “Come for me, baby!”  “Show me that pearly while load!”  “I want you to pound my tight ass tonight!”  She was rather loud and I knew the staff could here her through the gaps in the revolving door nearby.  It was so hot!

I told her I was going to blow and she quickly grabbed the collection cup and milked every drop of cum into it.  When she squeezed the last drop out, she took my cock in her mouth and sucked hard as a bonus.  I almost collasped!  She capped the cup, took it over to the revolving door, and spun it around for the staff to collect.  That was it.  We left and went to lunch.

As it turned out, I had super sperm.  So, I was not the problem, but I didn’t hold anything against her.  Even though I waspaying for the whole ill fated procedure.

The next step was to collect a sample for the actual fertilization, which was a complete bust, to my satisfaction.

We repeated the same maneuvers, but, after I filled the cup, she immediately let me put it in her ass using that water based lubricant.  I stayed hard enough to give her a really good pounding in that jerk off room and I didn’t care what the jizz collecting staff thought when she was yelling, “Fuck my ass!”

Eh, the memory is bittersweet…