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  “Okay got it. You’re Addy, right?” he asks, those blue eyes reading my name tag. I blush a little before nodding.

  “Yes. Please call if you need anything.”

  Then with one last flutter of my fingers, I leave the room and shut the door quietly behind me. The TV buzzes on, although I can’t make out what he’s watching, and on weak knees, I make my way back to the front office. OMG, that was a lot of flirtatious banter! Usually, I’m very professional. It’s X goes here, Y goes here, wham, bam, thank you ma’am. But I have no idea what came over me today. I guess it was just our donor’s good looks, charming smile, and the fact that it was about a million degrees in that tiny collection room.

  Fortunately, Freya’s back from her break and she sits down at reception with a lustful sigh.

  “Wow, that guy was hot. Your type more than mine since I don’t go for beefcake really, but still arguably one of the hottest men who’s ever come through this place.”

  “Freya!”

  She shrugs.

  “I’m just saying! I’m not a beefcake eater. You like steak, and I like fried chicken, that’s all.”

  I fix her with a look.

  “Really, fried chicken? Not sirloin or a hearty leg of lamb?”

  She pretends to think.

  “Well, now that you mention it, I could do with some mutton chop.”

  At that, we both burst out giggling because our conversation is so ridiculous! I can’t believe we’re referring to guys as cuts of meat, although it is kind of apt, come to think of it.

  “OMG, we shouldn’t talk like this,” I wheeze, dabbing at my eyes with a tissue. Freya merely blows air through her teeth.

  “Oh, come on girlfriend. Don’t act like you didn’t want a piece of him when you were in there. Were you staring at his package? Do you think it’s big? Plus, he’s still not done yet, so maybe your man is having some trouble,” she hints in a lascivious tone.

  I roll my eyes.

  “It’s been less than ten minutes since I left Mr. Select in there, and you know they usually take a few minutes to warm up. Not everyone can walk into a strange room and jerk off. We’re not fielding porn stars here.”

  Freya merely licks her lips like a cat that got into the cream.

  “Well, he’s hot enough to be a porn star, that’s for sure. I wonder if he’s packing? I would think so, given the size of his feet.”

  “Freya!” I hiss scandalized, looking around. Then I lower my voice. “You know that’s just a myth.”

  Freya tosses her curls over one shoulder carelessly.

  “They want you to think it’s a myth, but girlfriend, in my experience, it’s not a myth at all. The bigger the feet, the bigger the you-know-what, and I swear Caleb Select was at least a size 13.”

  I groan.

  “You should be fired, girlfriend. I can’t believe you’re talking like this because we’re sitting at reception right now! People could hear!”

  My sassy buddy merely winks.

  “Well, they haven’t fired me yet and I’ve been here two years already. I think management simply realizes that it’d be more work to replace me than to just let me do what I want. Besides, not only am I harmless, but I bring cheer to this place. You know, a positive attitude and all that,” she adds in a smug tone.

  We both dissolve into giggles again because if anything, we’re always slacking off and doing only the bare minimum to stay employed. But as Freya turns away to fiddle with something on the computer, I get to thinking. Is it true? Caleb Select did have big feet, so does he have a big appendage as well? I’d love to know, but unfortunately, I may never get the chance.

  3

  Caleb

  * * *

  Why do they call this an exam room if I’m the one examining myself? I laugh at my own stupid joke in the small room. The TV is still on to the selection screen with every free porn channel I could imagine, plus the few paid subscriptions this place offers. I was only teasing when I asked what else they had, but the pretty PA from the front was quite knowledgeable actually. We even got into FDA regulations, believe it or not.

  Addy, I think to myself as holding up the tiny specimen cup. Now she was hot. She had huge tits, a tiny waist, and a big butt. Plus, she was intelligent and funny too. What’s a girl like that doing at Valley Cryo? Shit, she could be anything she wants, from a porn star to a CEO, given her combination of sexy and smart.

  But right, this is business, and I should stop wondering about the pretty sperm bank tech. Resigned, I pick a random streaming channel, and then pull off my jeans and boxers. I’m already a little hard from thinking about Addy, although come to think if it, I bet all the guys here fantasize about her.

  Shaking my head, I lower myself gingerly onto the Barca-lounger. The fake leather touches my ass and I wince because even if they’ve disinfected this thing with every type of cleaner in the world, it’s still fucking gross. I know there have been countless guys sitting in this very spot with their bare asses touching exactly where my bare ass is right now. Shit, maybe their assholes and ball sacks also touched exactly where my anatomy is right now. I cringe. Fucking disgusting.

  But a man’s gotta do what he’s gotta do, so I fix my eyes on the screen while stroking myself from root to tip. Just gently at first so that I can get my blood flow going, but nothing happens for the first minute or so. It must be this goddamned porn. The people on screen aren’t actors in the slightest because the girl’s got one leg hitched up on the counter while the guy rams into her from behind. There’s a close up of flesh going into flesh, but the high-pitched squeals and rhythmic grunts just aren’t doing it for me. Neither is the dialogue, which goes something like this:

  “Hit it, Sam, hit it. Yeah, hit it hard.”

  “Unnh. Unnh. Unnh.”

  I guess this is a different type of acting, but I’m not into it. As a result, I turn the volume down and fumble for a magazine, which are stacked conveniently right next to the chair. But as I flip through the pages, my frown deepens because the models just aren’t attractive to me. Big Gazongas, I guess this magazine is called, tends to choose skinny models with enormous fake tits, which isn’t my style. The women’s breasts literally look like beachballs glued onto their chests, and I cringe while looking at the centerfold. Is that a surgery scar under the model’s armpit? They at least could have photoshopped that out.

  Discouraged, I let the magazine drop to the floor and lean back on the Barcalounger, my cock in hand. Basically, I prefer my girls like Addy, the pretty tech. She was curvy and lush, with curly brown hair and sparkling brown eyes. If she were here right now, I’d pull her shirt up and then free those creamy tits from her bra. They’d be huge and luscious, with tight pink nipples begging to be kissed. Of course, I’d be happy to do the honors and latch right onto one of those hard nubs as she moans my name.

  My eyes are closed and my hand is working wonders on my growing erection as I envision Addy moaning deliciously as I suckle her tits. Goddamn. My cock is hard in my hand and I rub my thumb over the tip, pre-come already starting to accumulate. Who needs porn when you have the most beautiful woman in the world to dream of?

  “Oh yeah, baby,” I huff, pretending my hand is hers, trying to imagine her small, delicate fingers in place of my large, calloused palm. “Just like that, baby. I’m so close. Now take off those panties and spread your legs, honey. Yeah, let me see that dripping snatch.”

  But before I get any further, a siren tears through the air like the scream of a banshee. Of course, I ignore it because I’m about to come and nothing’s going to take this moment away from me.

  “Wider,” I moan, my eyes still closed. “Let me see your dripping cunt, baby. Yeah, spread those pussy lips and show me your clit. Pinch it. Mmm.”

  But the wail of the siren continues, wrecking my fantasy, and even worse, a male voice begins to blare over the intercom. “Attention, Valley Cryo. This is the fire marshal. Evacuate the building. I repeat, evacuate, evacuate, evacuate. Find the closest egress and exit the building.”

  Fuck, are they serious? I decide to ignore the announcement because I have more important things at hand. After all, I’m still rock hard, and I’m not about to leave the building looking like this. Even more, I’m not giving up a ball-busting climax. That’s not my style and I’d rather be burned alive than miss out on this.

  I turn back to stroking myself, still fantasizing about the gorgeous Addy. This time, my fantasy gets even more vivid. She’s on her back with her legs up over her shoulders, showing me both of her holes.

  “Do you like this, Daddy?” she purrs, winking her anus at me as her pussy glistens. “Is this up your alley?”

  “Fuck baby,” I groan, my fist becoming a blur on my shaft. “Oh yeah, goddamn I want that.”

  The same voice comes over the intercom once again, asking everyone to leave but I ignore it. Hell, I can barely even hear it now, since I’m so caught up in my fantasy. The scene has changed, and now I’m in a firefighting uniform while Addy sports a nurse’s outfit that would only ever be used on Halloween with its peekaboo cut-outs for her nipples and pussy-grazing hem.

  “Don’t worry, sir,” she coos while kneeling in front of me. “I won’t let that burn hurt you. I’ll cool it down with my lips.”

  Okay, I get that this is bad fake porn playing in my head, but I don’t give a fuck. It does the trick, and I can practically feel Addy’s lush lips surrounding my hardness.

  “Fuck, that feels good,” I groan, my back arching in the lounger. My hand’s going at light speed now even as the fire alarm wails, insistent and unmistakable. But I’m relentless.

  “That’s it, sweet girl, you’re doing such a good job,” I moan, my eyes closed as I imagine the beautiful brunette sucking me off. “Further down your throat, baby. Yeah, suck in those cheeks like a vacuum. Now cram your mouth full. I know you can take it all.”

  The girl in my dreams looks up at me with those big, brown eyes as I hold her hair back, making eye contact. My hips begin to jerk uncontrollably, and I’m starting to buck in the chair when suddenly, the door flies open and who is it but Nurse Addy herself.

  “Mr. Select!” she cries. “What are you doing? Didn’t you hear the announcement? Everyone’s supposed to be evacuating!”

  I don’t even care that she’s watching me jerk myself off. Instead, I merely stare at her while continuing to fist my dick.

  “I’m not evacuating. Hnnnn.”

  “Mr. Select!” she cries. “Get up! Come on, we have to leave!”

  But I ignore her even as I stare hard at that curvy body. Her tits are ripe and huge and my hand is still clasped around my erection, working it up and down as my climax barrels to its finish.

  “Mr. Select!” Addy screams this time, her face going red. “Come on! We have to go!”

  But I ignore her because my balls are so fucking tight at this point. As a sperm donor, I’ve complied with the clinic’s policy and refrained from sexual activity for forty-eight hours now. That’s a long time for a guy like me, and I need to blow before my brain combusts.

  But for some reason, whether it’s the wailing fire alarms, the incessant voice of the fire marshal, or the impatience of the girl in front of me, I just can’t come. My dick’s practically raw now from all the rubbing, but I can’t get myself to blow.

  Even crazier, Addy seems to sense the situation. She looks like she’s about to scream again, but then steps into the room, and locks the door behind her.

  “Fine,” she says in a low voice. “I see there’s only one way to get you out of this mess.”

  Before I can say anything, the curvy girl drops to her knees in front of me and circles my shaft with her tiny palm, squeezing hotly. I immediately buck as sensation explodes in my brain.

  “Holy shit,” I moan. “Fuck, that’s good.”

  She mewls a bit.

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this, but we need to evacuate, and evidently, this is the fastest way to get you out.”

  Then she opens her mouth and before I realize it, those lush lips have encircled the head of my shaft. I moan again, my eyes fluttering shut. She’s so gorgeous and I can’t believe my fantasy’s actually coming true. Addy sucks me for a bit, her cheeks hollowing, but then she gets a hankering to take as much of me as possible into her mouth and begins sliding the shaft inch by inch down her throat.

  “That’s right,” I groan, watching as the veiny length disappears into that plush pout. “Shit you’re talented.”

  Soon, her lips are pressed against my ball sack and with a naughty look at me, Addy swallows. The ripple of her throat feels fantastic, and I grunt while pushing deeper into her mouth.

  “You want me to face fuck you? Is that what you want, little girl?”

  Of course, Addy can’t answer, but from the way she’s rubbing her tits, I get that the answer is yes. Without any further ado, I run my fingers through her brown curls so that they encircle her skull and then begin to drive my rod into her mouth. It’s not gentle, nor is it pleasant. Weird gurgling noises sound from deep in Addy’s chest as saliva flows freely down her chin, but her eyes are rolling up in the back of her head too, telling me she likes it. Then, she reaches down to cup my balls, giving the sacks a firm squeeze, and that does it. With the roar of a conqueror, I blast into her mouth, erupting like a volcano.

  “Shit!” is my bellow. “Oh fuck!”

  Of course, my shouts are practically drowned out by the siren, but the enormous flood of fluid takes Addy by surprise. Her cheeks balloon with liquid and her eyes go wide as she struggles to contain it all. There’s so much that hot drips of seed leak from the edges of her lips, but she swallows furiously, trying to take it all.

  “That’s right,” I croon. “Don’t let any of it get away.”

  I continue to pump, dumping a massive load straight down the girl’s throat, and she swallows it all, drinking hungrily from the hose. Finally, however, my pulse slows a bit, and Addy pulls her head back. The sight of my glistening member exiting her lips is fucking rancid, and I groan, my head dropping back on the headrest.

  But Addy’s not done yet. She scrambles up and whips off her clothes so that she’s totally nude. But I don’t get a chance to appreciate those lush curves because Addy spits in her hand then, and a huge glob of semen appears on her palm. Was she banking that in her mouth? I guess so because then she turns and applies it to her asshole, getting her rim lubed up before backing up onto my lap.

  “Are you ready, Daddy?” she breathes, looking at me over one slim shoulder. “After all, I need to get my due too. Tit for tat, right?”

  I can hardly speak because Addy’s just notched my helmet at her back hole, and with a delighted moan, she begins to sink down on my shaft. I’m paralyzed with pleasure. Is this really happening? Am I enjoying reverse cowgirl anal with a woman I just met, when we should be evacuating because of a fire?

  But it’s true, and as Addy throws her head back with pleasure, that asshole parts and I seize her waist in my hands because this is fucking amazing. I came to make a donation in a cup, but instead, I’m doing it a different way instead. You know what? Valley Cryo’s totally worth it. They don’t even need to pay me for my sample, because I’ll be more than happy to leave it right here with the pretty tech.

  4

  Addy

  * * *

  I stare at my closet, unsure what to wear. I still can’t believe Caleb called me yesterday and asked me out to dinner. We exchanged numbers after our little rendezvous, and to be honest, I wasn’t sure I’d actually hear from him. After all, lots of guys make promises, but a lot don’t come through. But Caleb texted me, and now we’re going to the Emporium Food Hall on the west side of town.

  As I flip through a bunch of different outfit options, my hands shake. I know I shouldn’t be freaking out but the stakes feel so high! After all, Caleb’s super hot, and I’ve never dated a client before. Is it against the rules? I thought about reviewing Valley Cryo’s employee handbook to find out, but then decided against it because I’d rather not know. I’m just going to let things fall where they may and try to keep my wits about me in the process.

  Of course, Freya would freak out if she knew, but I’m not telling her because she’s got the biggest mouth North of the Mason-Dixon line. I love that girl, but I can’t risk this getting out there. Finally, I settle on a pair of tight jeans and a filmy blouse with a v-neck that shows off some cleavage. Nice, but not overly-so, and definitely subtly sexy in its own way. Perfect.

  The Uber spirits me to the food hall in twenty minutes, and when I get there, Caleb’s already seated at a table set for two and waves me over.

  “Hey sweetheart,” he growls, leaning over to press a kiss to my cheek. “You look amazing. I thought I’d grab a table just in case because it’s starting to get busy here.”

  I giggle and nod while sitting.

  “Thanks for inviting me out. I’ve never been to the Emporium before. It’s new, right?”

  He nods.

  “Yeah, they just opened up, and it’s a cool place because they don’t specialize in just one thing. There are cuisines from all over the world, from Tex-Mex to traditional African.”

  I whistle.

  “Goodness. African?”

  He nods and winks.

  “Yep. Do you like injera bread?”

  I think for a moment.

  “Is that the bread that’s moist and kind of sour? And it’s really thin?”

  Caleb nods.

  “Yep.”

  I giggle.

  “Then not really because I don’t love the sour taste, although I guess that’s sort of hypocritical since I love San Francisco sourdough. Maybe I’m just not used to it.”

  My date chuckles, his handsome features lighting up.

  “No, it’s not hypocritical because they’re totally different breads, even if they both kind of have a sour tang to them. But here, take a look,” he says, handing me a menu. “We can actually order because these tables are staffed.”