My short time as a [F]emale receptionist working at a very unique place…

After I moved to the city, I was out of the job. I started scouting ads in the paper for somewhere to work. Something popped out at me that looked interesting: a sperm donation clinic. They needed a receptionist for the front desk.

I quickly picked up the phone and gave them a ring.

Not long after I was working alongside an actual nurse who had been with the company for years. Her name was Diane, and we got along great from day one.

It never really dawned on me until I was told that the method that the men used for producing the sperm they donate was good old-fashioned masturbation.

It was a little strange at first, but I got used to it. All nursing revolves around body functions (in a clinical sense).

Besides, I couldn’t see or hear anything either, so what difference did it make to me what was going on behind the closed door of the room they did their business in?

Some of the donors were in and out in a matter of minutes, while others could take up to an hour and even more sometimes.

Me and Diane joked about it a little bit, and she told me that occasionally sperm donors would come in who couldn’t ejaculate at all.

I felt bad for them because while we didn’t get the little dollop of sperm, they had to walk away without a check for their kind donation.

So one day, Diane had a few short errands to run. She left me alone in the office to handle the front desk by myself. Then coincidentally, while she was out, a regular donor came in.

He was cute too, but he had just one problem. That problem was that about every other time he came in to donate, not only did it take longer than most, he sometimes had to admit defeat, hand over the empty cup, and do the walk of shame out the front door.

So this time, when he picked up his cup and headed for the door to the jerk-off room, I jokingly quipped, “if you’re having any trouble, just let me know, and I’ll lend a hand”.

I was joking, of course, but evidently, he didn’t know that. So wouldn’t you know it, but about thirty minutes later, his red, sweaty face popped out, and he told me that “it looks like I might need some help”.

I had painted myself into a corner, and I didn’t want to turn him down and embarass him. So I picked up the phone and made a quick call to Diane and asked her how much longer she would be out.

She responded that she was stuck in line at the bank and still had half an hour to go. So I figured, “what the hell”,. No one was going to know, so I locked the front door and joined him in the donation room.

There he was, sitting in the chair with his pants down to his ankles, and I was astounded by the size of this cock. It was fking huge!

But there was work to be done, and with just a half hour until Diane returned, I quickly pulled on my rubber gloves and, in my best clinical commanding nurse’s voice, instructed him to lean back and relax.

I couldn’t resist. I went in there expecting to give a quick handjob, but with a cock that big, I couldn’t control myself.

I instinctively gripped his hard-on with both hands and shoved it into my mouth.

It didn’t take long at all, either. In less than a minute, his breathing picked up, he began to moan, and his dick got hard as a rock. It was ready to gush.

So this guy who had so much trouble in the past was ready to squirt in less than two minutes. I would have gladly let him squirt in my mouth, but we needed the sperm sample in the cup for him to get his check.

So I did my best to get out of the way while I grabbed at the cup to catch his donation, but in my haste, I knocked the cup over onto the floor. I was screwed.

In a flash, there I was, stuck looking straight into the tip of his penis as it shot his load of goo right into my face. He quickly sat up, apologized, and wanted to know if he still gets his check.

I responded that he could use the edge of the cup to scrape as much as he could off my face and that it shouldn’t be a problem.

But even if that didn’t work, I felt it was all my fault for not moving fast enough, so if worse came to worse, I would pay him with the money I had in my purse.

So with the cup in hand, he carefully scraped his semen off my face and handed it to me. I looked into it and was relieved to see that there was enough, so I wasn’t out anything from my own pocket.

We had to move quickly, though, cuz Diane would be back any minute. So he stood up, stuffed his still dripping semi-erect cock into his pants, and zipped up, and other than a “thanks,” he didn’t say much after that.

We both just walked out like nothing had happened, and while I stood behind my desk, pulling the rubber gloves off my hands, he picked up his check, thanked me again, and headed out the door.

Before today, I’ve only told one person about it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10fujwu/my_short_time_as_a_female_receptionist_working_at