3
Caleb
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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.”