Podcast appearances and mentions of laurie phillips

Bryon Javar's Recent Successes Recap of Bryon's work during the recent award season. Highlighting standout moments with Robin Thede and Chris Tucker. Discussion on the evolution of his clients' styles and the feedback received. Bryon's Fashion Journey Bryon's reflections on his journey to success in the fashion industry. Overcoming the challenges of being an outsider and embracing his success. Insights into his childhood inspirations and early interest in fashion. Career Breakthroughs and Mentorship Bryon's first big break with stylist Laurie Phillips. The importance of mentorship and being thrown into the deep end. Stories from his early days on set with the Black Eyed Peas. Building a Team and Industry Challenges Bryon's approach to building a hardworking and dedicated team. Challenges faced with today's interns and assistants. The importance of finding people who are truly passionate about the work. Resilience and Overcoming Setbacks Bryon's personal experiences with professional setbacks and depression. The importance of resilience and having a supportive network. How faith and friends have helped him stay grounded and focused. Bryon's Love for Halloween  Bryon discusses his passion for Halloween, detailing how he loves to transform himself, his friends, and his clients. Notable clients include Megan Thee Stallion, whom he transformed into Greta from The Gremlins.  Bryon explains the extensive planning and preparation that goes into his Halloween projects, sometimes starting as early as November 1st for the following year. Advice for Aspiring Stylists Bryon provides valuable advice for up-and-coming stylists, emphasizing the importance of understanding the business side of styling, including invoicing, team building, and working on a variety of projects with different payment schedules. Persistence: "Don't give up" is Bryon's key message, but he also dives into the practical aspects of starting out in the industry, such as interning, assisting, and understanding different job payment terms. Real-world Skills: Bryon stresses the importance of learning essential skills beyond styling, like creating invoices, knowing how to build and manage a team, and understanding the logistics of large projects. Embrace the Journey: He advises young stylists to trust their own path and not to compare themselves to others, highlighting that everyone's journey is unique and valuable. Future Aspirations and Manifesting Success Bryon's current collaborations, including a partnership with Banana Republic. His approach to praying and manifesting career goals without limiting himself. Reflections on his journey and the exciting possibilities ahead.     Visit us at https://www.harlemsfashionrow.com/ Follow HFR! Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/harlemsfashionrow/?hl=en Twitter: https://twitter.com/hfrmovement?lang=en Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/HFRMovement/ ABOUT HFR Harlem's Fashion Row is the epicenter of fashion for the multicultural audience committed to curating one designer, one story, and one collection at a time.

Man answers ad in fetish dating site. by subleroy. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy stories. Cock, Available for Marriage – Chapter One Cruising the web one night I stumbled across a dating site for people wishing to explore fetish and alternative lifestyles. I was reluctant to join because it's hard to know just how secure these sites are, I'd heard a lot of horror stories. The one thing I liked was that they were very strict about mature age requirements. A birth certificate and photo ID were required but kept confidential. I also had to file an affidavit that I was indeed who I said I was and that I was over the age of twenty one.All females received free memberships, but as a male, I'd have to pay a monthly fee through direct withdrawal out of my checking account. Once I had jumped through all the hoops I had to verify my membership through an email account. I figured I had nothing to lose, so I joined. After spending several hours checking out postings, one in particular caught my eye; “Cock wanted for potential marriage!” There was no picture and the profile was very simple. “Single women looking for a cock with no romance. The cock must be available for marriage.” The response instructions were very simple, interested cocks were to send pictures of themselves only, no other body shots. The bottom of the profile contained a secure link for responses. I was intrigued; yes I was single and available for marriage and I too wasn't looking for romance, I just wanted sex. Most guys would turn and run over the marriage part, but not me, there was something very erotic about being in a solely physical relationship. Romance seemed over rated anyway. I read the short profile over and over, what if, I thought, this person were actually a gay male or some other sort of a set-up? Against my better judgment, I decided to go ahead and respond, but be very careful and think my actions through. I liked the idea that there was a women out there so straightforward that she stated she just wanted a cock, no romance, and none of that relationship bullshit. Her honesty was very refreshing and I found it quite a turn-on. Getting a hard-on for the picture wasn't all that difficult, I started some porn on my computer and watched it while adjusting my presentation. My penis is a full seven inches, not too overly large, but I knew how to use it, or should I say, it knew how to use me. Being an amateur photographer, I focused on lighting and appearance. I shot my penis from many different angles against a white background. I edited my profile with no picture and to say simply, “Cock available, no romance required.” I fired off the three best pictures with a short message, “Cock needing a vagina!” Then I waited…. After a long two weeks, I finally heard from her, “Cock, I received your reply including the pictures of you. I need to verify your size and performance. At the bottom of this email you'll find an address for a doctor's appointment that I have set up for you. Your check-in name is TC Johnson.” It was signed, “Vagina.” It also had a P.S., “Your sperm count and semen volume will be measured, so I suggest you don't spew your ejaculate between now and the time of your verification!” The appointment was scheduled for the next Friday afternoon, which was five days away. As I was reading the note, I became so aroused that I naturally started beating myself off. I had to stop myself before I came, I needed to store up my seed for the evaluation. It was going to be a long five days. On the day of the appointment I awoke early and spent some extra time getting ready. I took a long hot shower and shaved away all the hair on my genitals. Then I critiqued myself in front of the mirror and removed any stubborn hair that remained. If I was going to be a cock, I wanted “Him” to look the part. I decided not to wear a suit, I thought dress slacks and a button-down shirt would be more appropriate. I punched in the address I was given and my GPS led me to a high-rise office building in the middle of town. I parked in the ramp and entered the main lobby. The note directed me to Suite 1124. I scanned the listing behind the glass panel on the wall. The name next to the listing for that suite was “Dr. Laurie Phillips, Reproduction Services.” I entered the elevator and pushed the button for the eleventh floor. A short ride up ensued that culminated when the door opened to a long hallway. Everything up to that point seemed normal but still red flags were going off in my head. Did I really know what I was about to get myself into, I was reaching the point of no return. I could turn and walk away and forget the whole thing, or I could continue down the hall to what my mind was telling me was my destiny. My sexual hormones were shooting through my brain preventing me from turning back. My mindset shifted from being an average man to that of a walking penis longing for sexual release. I located Suite 1124, opened the door and walked in. It was just a normal looking waiting room. I went up to the receptionist and gave her the name I was given, TC Johnson. She just smiled, apparently knowing that it couldn't be my real name. “Ok, Mister Johnson, you're all checked in, have a seat and fill out this form on your medical history. The Doctor will be out shortly to get you. To my relief, the waiting room was empty. I took a seat and filled out the form, it was all the standard questions at first, then the last section was very personal, it had questions like; “How many times a week do I masturbate?” “What is the normal amount of my ejaculate?” “Have I ever impregnated a women?” And of course, “when did I last masturbate and what was the outcome?” I answered the questions honestly, pleased that no one was there to look over my shoulder and see my answers. I am a normal guy who jacks off regularly, a couple times a day on average, I usually pop a healthy load. No I haven't impregnated someone, and my final answer was five days ago and I creamed my sheets. Of course I cleaned up my answers a little, after all, this was a medical form. Once the sheets were filled out, I occupied myself by checking for messages on my phone. The minutes slowly clicked by, I kept looking up at the front door, praying that nobody else would walk in and see my answers on the forms. I was shaking with a combination of arousal and fear of the unknown. I didn't want anyone to see me. A commotion in the room caught my eye and I looked up to see a women standing over me, “Mister Johnson?” “Yes.” “I'm Doctor Phillips.” I looked up and saw a normal looking women in a medical uniform, she was tall and thin with short blonde hair. I rose to my feet and she reached out, shook my hand, and took the forms from me. “Come on back and we'll get started.” She led me down a short hallway to her office. “Have a seat while I look over my notes, by the way, congratulations on your pending nuptials!” “Oh, thank you,” I said as I nodded in acceptance of her well wishes, the reality of the situation sinking in. I started to wonder if I had made the final cut, why else would the doctor think I had pending nuptials. “I see here your fiancée has requested that we check your sperm count, volume, and sexual performance today.” “As you will find out, we have some unconventional techniques for testing here, some may even embarrass you. Please keep an open mind and remember, we are medical professionals and we do this kind of thing every day. All I need is your signature that you consent to the testing today.” She pushed a paper over to me and I looked it over, all seemed normal. I reminded myself of my name that day and scribbled the signature, TC Johnson on the paper. Just then a young nurse joined us, she had a sweet smile and her mannerisms put me at ease. “Mister Johnson, this is Ann, my nurse, she will be assisting me today. She'll take you back and we'll get started.” I followed Ann to a small room next to Doctor Phillips office. All seemed normal at first, she took my height and weight and had me sit so she could get my pulse and blood pressure. “Your blood pressure and pulse are a little high, but that's normal for men when they first get here, we'll check it again later.” A medical assistant came in and took samples of my blood, filling three vials. She asked me if I was taking any ED medications or receiving any treatment for an STD. Both my answers were in the negative. The assistant filled out a form and labeled the samples, then she nodded to me and left without saying a word. “Follow me, Nurse Ann said,” we need to get a urine sample and check your control.“ At this point things started getting a little weird. I followed her and she led me to a sterile looking room. I didn't see a toilet, or even a door to another room. She sat on a stool and moved a rolling tray close to her with a series of test tubes on it. "I need you to fill these tubes one by one, stopping for a minute between each, I'm required to watch you do it so you don't cheat.” “Cheat? Just how am I going to cheat?” “Some guys try to fill the tubes without waiting the full minute in between. This procedure is not only to get a sample, I will also be checking your bladder control.” “Give me your penis and we'll get started!” “Holy Crap,” I thought, being surprised by her blunt request. I started fumbling with my zipper, finding this simple task very difficult to do with an unfamiliar female staring at my crotch. “This is no time to be shy Mister Johnson, here, let me help!” She grasped the little tab on my fly and pulled me forward to her. She gingerly un-zipped my pants and reached in past my under wear. She took my semi-limp cock in her hand and put one of the test tubes over the end of my urethra. She pointed to a red line on the tube, “Fill to this point and stop!” I tried to focus on the line and released my urine stream, it didn't take long before she ordered me to stop and she started a timer. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back my flow. I was surprised at just how difficult it was to stop a stream once it had started. I did my best to hold back until the timer finally went off, but it wasn't easy. The nurse took another tube and caught a few dribbles of urine off the tip of my penis, then she had me start again. She repeated the process until I had filled six of the tubes. Then she handed me a flask so I could finish. She started to label the samples and I put my penis back in my pants, I reached for my zipper but the nurse stopped me, “No need for that, you won't be in those pants much longer anyway.” So I stopped and just stood there watching her as my penis found the freedom of my open fly as an invitation to show itself. The nurse looked at me and then my crotch, “Good, we'll need that to get hard, that's our next step!” She had me follow her down the hall to an exam room that at first looked pretty normal except for the chair in the middle of the room. It looked like a recliner but with stirrups. She pointed to an open locker on the wall, “It's time you removed all your clothes so the doctor can examine you, put them in this locker and have a seat. I removed my clothes and got in the chair as instructed. She took my legs and put them in the stir-ups and reached down and cupped my balls which we tight against my crotch. "This won't work,” She said, the doctor won't be able to examine you that way!“ She walked over to a cupboard and took out a small white terrycloth towel. She turned on a sink and let the water flow, testing it periodically with her fingers. When she felt that the temperature was correct she saturated the cloth and put it in a plastic bag. She burped out the air and sealed it. "You're going to feel some warmth and a little discomfort,” With that she put the bag over my balls and had me hold it in place. “The doctor can't examine you with your scrotum up tight against your body like that, please keep this in place and get yourself hard, the doctor will be in shortly!” I could feel the warmth of the water cause my testacies to drop while I began stroking myself to arousal. I laid back and closed my eyes wondering just what type of exam I was about to receive. The thought of having the doctor view me in an aroused state actually was a huge turn-on for me. I could just imagine what being a “Cock” to a women yet unknown to me would be like. I had no idea, but I liked the thought. When the doctor came in she didn't even knock, I heard a commotion at the door and there she was. She looked down at me wearing medical binocular loupes with a small headlamp. She took them off long enough to greet me. “Ok, Mister Johnson, let's see what you've got. I know this will all be strange to you, but believe me, it's necessary to give you a proper exam.” She pulled up a stool and sat in front of me, she removed the water bag from my balls. They now hung low and were dangling free. She moved her glasses back over her eyes and focused on my hanging junk. She separated the boys and examined each one of them closely. She “weighed” each one in her hand and took notes. My erection was stiffening even more with her touch and the doctor noticed, “Don't worry, we'll get to him next.” Cock Meets Twat Nurse Ann moved forward, small tape in her hand, and took several measurements of my ball sack as the doctor took notes. “So,” said the doctor, I see it's been five days since you ejaculated,“ "Good, your balls seem full and we should get some good samples.” I found the use of the word “Samples” intriguing, maybe she used the plural sense by mistake! Her attention finally shifted to my throbbing member, she took it in her hand and the nurse used the tape measure to check the length, girth and circumference of my engorged head. She went to the cupboard and came back with a package that looked a lot like a straw. She removed the paper sheaf to expose a long thin beaded metal rod. She put it to her lips and added a generous supply of saliva. She handed it to the doctor who showed it to me, “Mister Johnson, this is a metal sounding rod, I will be using it to check your urethra, just relax, and you may find this pleasurable.” “Ah, sorry to interrupt you, but I'm puzzled as to why the nurse used her spit instead of lube?” “Simple,” She said, we can't use lube if we want to get sperm samples, it'll contaminate the sample. I know it's strange, but it works, some patients are even aroused by it, which helps with the extraction. She took a tight grip on my shaft and proceeded to thread the rod into my pee hole. She kept sliding it in, checking for resistance. She kept it going until only the very tip of it was left in her fingers. She slowly pulled it back out and then threaded it back in. I started arching my back as I started to feel a climax coming on. The doctor noticed, “Ann, get a sample beaker ready, I think he's ready for his first sample.” She spit on my cock and began stroking me in a circular up and down motion while moving the rod in and out. “So, are you a squitter or oozier?” Strangely I knew exactly what she was talking about, I tried catching my breath long enough to answer, “S-s-squitter, definitely a squitter.” Ann brought two sample beakers, one as a splatter shield and one to collect the sample. Doctor Phillips spit on my cock three more times and quickened her motion. “Oh God, here it comes,” I said with a grunt. I pushed my feet into the stirrups and began humping the doctor's hand. The doctor removed the sounding rod and the two women, each with a beaker, positioned themselves in front of me. Ann's beaker was held over my cock head at a slight angle, the other was upright and directly below it. I held my breath and gritted my teeth. As if on cue, my stream erupted, hitting the bottom of the first vessel, then slid down and dripped into the second. My manly pump thumped in a steady rhythm, each pulse sending a mixture of relief and pleasure to my brain. The doctor held my penis still, clamping the head between her thumb and forefinger. The surges slowly diminished and then stopped. Nurse Ann moved the lip of her glass beaker directly under the opening of my urethra as the doctor squeezed every drop of semen from my steadily deflating penis. I was breathless trying to regain my composure. Both beakers were moved to the counter where Ann drew up the globs of my ejaculate into a syringe. She showed the full vessel to the doctor. “Good Mister Johnson, now just relax for a couple of minutes then we'll need you to make yourself hard again. We need to get two more samples to measure the decrease of volume between your ejaculations. "Here,” said Ann, “This is our call button, push it when you think you are ready again.” I laid back, wallowing in the mind blowing experience I just had. If this is what being a cock is all about, I'm in. It didn't take long before I was pushing the call button, a guy has a second sense when it comes to their manhood, and I knew I had another load in me that could be more than the first. My penis was hard and bobbing in anticipation. Without knocking the nurse entered the room, but she wasn't alone. Accompanying her was a young brunet that was introduced to me as Beth, not nurse Beth, just Beth. She was attractive in her own way, a few extra pounds, but still very attractive. “Beth will be assisting me with the next two extractions,” said Ann. The thing I noticed most about the new assistant was that she had a uniform all her own. Instead of the traditional medical attire, hers was a lot more reviling, it was like the uniform was designed solely for the purpose of sperm collection. It was a tight fitting button down white dress that barely covered her crotch. The very low cut braless top exposed her ample tits. She looked almost as aroused as I was, her erect nipples stuck straight out under the tight-fitting fabric. She took my erection in her hand and dripped three long strings of saliva over my purple head. Her tits hung in my face as she worked my rod in her soft petite hands. I was panting and breathless as I reached another powerful orgasm. All I could do was wave my left hand in the air and the women understood my signal. As before the two beakers were placed in front of my pulsating cock as it spew my seed in another powerful orgasm. “Oh,” said Beth, “I didn't believe you at first, but you are right, he sure has a live one doesn't he!” Ann took the beakers as before and sucked my ejaculate up into a syringe. She showed it to Beth who was noticeably impressed. As I watched Beth examine my sperm sample she leaned over just far enough to put her scantily clad ass in the air and in my full view. My cock sprang back into life again. “Ah Ladies,” I said somewhat embarrassed, “No need to come back, I think he's ready again!” And indeed he was. More of Beth's saliva, more views of Beth's tits and I was soon shooting into the beakers again. I hardly remember driving back home that day, but I do remember beating off in the shower for a half hour when I got home. It was then I realized that my cock now controlled my life and no matter what “Vagina” had in mind for me, I was ready…. Again, the waiting game ensued, this time nearly three weeks had passed until I heard from her again. It was an email with a very short message; “Cock, I have two more tests for you, be at this address in a half hour!” This time it was seductively signed, “Waiting Vagina.” “Only a half hour???” That didn't leave me much time, the first thing I needed to know was how far it was, could I even make it if I hit heavy traffic, I wouldn't know until I punched the address into the GPS in my car. I took a double-take when I finally focused on the address, it was in the same building as the fertility clinic, but the Suite Number was 1125. “That's right across the hall.” I started my car engine and headed off, I should have just enough time to make it, and it helped that I knew exactly where I was going this time. I pulled into the parking ramp with only five minutes to spare. As I rushed to the elevator, I glanced at the wall plaque, Suite 1125 was the Law Office of Angie Harrison and Associates. If Vagina wants me to visit an Attorney, things must be getting serious. Could it be that I'm the finalist? Hopefully I'd soon know. I rode the elevator up to the eleventh floor and immediately found Suite 1125. I was a little out of breath when I walked through the glass panel door. A kind looking young lady with a warm smile greeted me at her desk, “You must be TC Johnson, have a seat and Angie will be with you shortly.” I had barely sat down before the receptionist had me follow her down the hall and into a large office with black leather clad walnut furniture. The walls were decorated with numerous framed diplomas and citations. A thirty something lady was seated behind the desk. She had long jet black hair and was wearing a blue business suit with the top adored with large brass buttons. Her thin silk blouse gave a sexy touch to her ensemble. She wore sophisticated dark rim glasses that gave her the appearance of the highly intelligent person depicted on her wall. “Welcome Mister Siebers, "I'm Angie Harrison, have a seat and we'll get started!” “Wait, what did you just call me,” I asked, somewhat startled. “Timothy Siebers, isn't that your name?” “Well yes, but how do you know that?” “Easy, we ran your license plate when you went to the fertility clinic, but that's not important right now.” Her receptionist took a piece of paper from her and handed it to me with a pen. “First, we need you to sign a confidentiality agreement so anything I tell you will never leave this room.” I read over the straightforward agreement and signed it with little hesitation, I couldn't wait to hear why someone would go to such great length to find a cock. Angie had her receptionist sign it as a witness then it was stamped with a notary seal. The receptionist left and I heard a clicking sound as she locked the door behind her. Angie stood up and offered her hand, I reached out and shook it. “Cock, I'm Vagina, now we can talk!” My mind went wild daydreaming about being a cock to this sophisticated, highly intelligent women. I immediately started checking over what I could see of her body, trying not to be obvious. “Can I call you Tim?” “Of course.” “You can call me Ang.” Angie turned her attention to her laptop, “Looking over your results from the fertility clinic, I see you are off the charts. Your sperm count is high, you ejaculate like a horse, and you seem to have no issues getting a solid erection.” “They didn't detect any STD's or any signs of any ED medications either.” “Tim, I will give you the basics then I'll answer any questions you may have,” she said with a smile as I looked into her bright blue eyes becoming somewhat infatuated with her. “Simply put, I need a cock to give everyone the appearance of being married. "Appearance,” I asked. “As you can tell from my citations, I am very focused on my law career and I also plan to run for Congress next year.” “The thing is I don't want people prying into my sex life as they would if they thought I was single. I work very long hours and my ambitions aren't going to change. With a cock at my beck and call I can fulfill my sexual desires and if it's my husband, nobody would think anything of it. If I select you, I'll need you to quit your job, move in with me, and become my house husband. I want children, so you'd be like a normal stay at home dad to them. You will need to sign a standard pre-nuptial agreement and be given a healthy monthly allowance and your own car. I gave her an understanding look as it all seemed to make sense, her intentions were clear. "Do you have any questions, Tim? "Yes, your note said two more tests today, can I ask what they are?” “The first test you already passed, you dropped everything to get here in a half hour, which shows dedication to the idea of being a cock. I'll need you to drop everything you are doing and come fuck me anytime I'm in the mood.” “What's the second?” “Get naked and come around my desk and fuck me!” “Please?” “You heard me, part of being my cock is to be ready at my every whim. So, get naked and come around the desk and fuck me. I need to evaluate your performance before I make my final decision.” “I only have a half hour before I have to be in court so get busy!” She wiggled off her panties and put them on her desk. I hastily removed my clothes and crawled around her desk. She pulled up her dress and revealed her well groomed pussy. Her pink lips looked full, fertile, and inviting. Her clit was swollen and ready. She slid slightly back in her chair and pointed to her crotch and said, “Cock, meet Vagina, she's wet and waiting for you.” I gave my penis a few short pumps and it sprang to full erection. I slid my manhood deep inside her as my animal instincts took over me. I moved up and down thrusting deeper and deeper into her. She grunted along with my rhythm. She un-buttoned her dress and squirmed to get out of it while I continued humping her without missing a beat. I shot my seed deep into her with countless orgasmic pulses of mutual climax with a person I just met three minutes ago. We definitely had an attraction to each other, totally physical as it were, but a connection none the less. I dismounted her and she took several sheets of Kleenex to wipe my heavy load of semen from her dripping pussy. I was about to apologize for making such a mess when she stopped me, “Don't worry, everything in my office has been scotch guarded. This is where we'll have most of our sex. We'll also likely make good use of the ladies room at the courthouse. I can never tell when the urges will hit me. She folded her dress and placed it on her desk next to her panties. She stood before me wearing nothing but her sheer blouse. She took my hand and led me to a couch and had me lie down. She jumped up on me and impaled herself on my waiting rod. She rode me hard, stopping only to check her watch. I lost count of how many orgasms we each had but it was many. She looked at her watch again then hesitantly dismounted me. She wiped her sperm drenched vagina and got dressed. "Congrats Tim, you've made the final cut.” “I'll have one of my associates write up the Pre-nup and I'll get our marriage license application while I'm at court.” “Get hard and stay that way until I get back!” by subleroy for Literotica

Man answers ad in fetish dating site. by subleroy. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy stories. Cock, Available for Marriage – Chapter One Cruising the web one night I stumbled across a dating site for people wishing to explore fetish and alternative lifestyles. I was reluctant to join because it's hard to know just how secure these sites are, I'd heard a lot of horror stories. The one thing I liked was that they were very strict about mature age requirements. A birth certificate and photo ID were required but kept confidential. I also had to file an affidavit that I was indeed who I said I was and that I was over the age of twenty one.All females received free memberships, but as a male, I'd have to pay a monthly fee through direct withdrawal out of my checking account. Once I had jumped through all the hoops I had to verify my membership through an email account. I figured I had nothing to lose, so I joined. After spending several hours checking out postings, one in particular caught my eye; “Cock wanted for potential marriage!” There was no picture and the profile was very simple. “Single women looking for a cock with no romance. The cock must be available for marriage.” The response instructions were very simple, interested cocks were to send pictures of themselves only, no other body shots. The bottom of the profile contained a secure link for responses. I was intrigued; yes I was single and available for marriage and I too wasn't looking for romance, I just wanted sex. Most guys would turn and run over the marriage part, but not me, there was something very erotic about being in a solely physical relationship. Romance seemed over rated anyway. I read the short profile over and over, what if, I thought, this person were actually a gay male or some other sort of a set-up? Against my better judgment, I decided to go ahead and respond, but be very careful and think my actions through. I liked the idea that there was a women out there so straightforward that she stated she just wanted a cock, no romance, and none of that relationship bullshit. Her honesty was very refreshing and I found it quite a turn-on. Getting a hard-on for the picture wasn't all that difficult, I started some porn on my computer and watched it while adjusting my presentation. My penis is a full seven inches, not too overly large, but I knew how to use it, or should I say, it knew how to use me. Being an amateur photographer, I focused on lighting and appearance. I shot my penis from many different angles against a white background. I edited my profile with no picture and to say simply, “Cock available, no romance required.” I fired off the three best pictures with a short message, “Cock needing a vagina!” Then I waited…. After a long two weeks, I finally heard from her, “Cock, I received your reply including the pictures of you. I need to verify your size and performance. At the bottom of this email you'll find an address for a doctor's appointment that I have set up for you. Your check-in name is TC Johnson.” It was signed, “Vagina.” It also had a P.S., “Your sperm count and semen volume will be measured, so I suggest you don't spew your ejaculate between now and the time of your verification!” The appointment was scheduled for the next Friday afternoon, which was five days away. As I was reading the note, I became so aroused that I naturally started beating myself off. I had to stop myself before I came, I needed to store up my seed for the evaluation. It was going to be a long five days. On the day of the appointment I awoke early and spent some extra time getting ready. I took a long hot shower and shaved away all the hair on my genitals. Then I critiqued myself in front of the mirror and removed any stubborn hair that remained. If I was going to be a cock, I wanted “Him” to look the part. I decided not to wear a suit, I thought dress slacks and a button-down shirt would be more appropriate. I punched in the address I was given and my GPS led me to a high-rise office building in the middle of town. I parked in the ramp and entered the main lobby. The note directed me to Suite 1124. I scanned the listing behind the glass panel on the wall. The name next to the listing for that suite was “Dr. Laurie Phillips, Reproduction Services.” I entered the elevator and pushed the button for the eleventh floor. A short ride up ensued that culminated when the door opened to a long hallway. Everything up to that point seemed normal but still red flags were going off in my head. Did I really know what I was about to get myself into, I was reaching the point of no return. I could turn and walk away and forget the whole thing, or I could continue down the hall to what my mind was telling me was my destiny. My sexual hormones were shooting through my brain preventing me from turning back. My mindset shifted from being an average man to that of a walking penis longing for sexual release. I located Suite 1124, opened the door and walked in. It was just a normal looking waiting room. I went up to the receptionist and gave her the name I was given, TC Johnson. She just smiled, apparently knowing that it couldn't be my real name. “Ok, Mister Johnson, you're all checked in, have a seat and fill out this form on your medical history. The Doctor will be out shortly to get you. To my relief, the waiting room was empty. I took a seat and filled out the form, it was all the standard questions at first, then the last section was very personal, it had questions like; “How many times a week do I masturbate?” “What is the normal amount of my ejaculate?” “Have I ever impregnated a women?” And of course, “when did I last masturbate and what was the outcome?” I answered the questions honestly, pleased that no one was there to look over my shoulder and see my answers. I am a normal guy who jacks off regularly, a couple times a day on average, I usually pop a healthy load. No I haven't impregnated someone, and my final answer was five days ago and I creamed my sheets. Of course I cleaned up my answers a little, after all, this was a medical form. Once the sheets were filled out, I occupied myself by checking for messages on my phone. The minutes slowly clicked by, I kept looking up at the front door, praying that nobody else would walk in and see my answers on the forms. I was shaking with a combination of arousal and fear of the unknown. I didn't want anyone to see me. A commotion in the room caught my eye and I looked up to see a women standing over me, “Mister Johnson?” “Yes.” “I'm Doctor Phillips.” I looked up and saw a normal looking women in a medical uniform, she was tall and thin with short blonde hair. I rose to my feet and she reached out, shook my hand, and took the forms from me. “Come on back and we'll get started.” She led me down a short hallway to her office. “Have a seat while I look over my notes, by the way, congratulations on your pending nuptials!” “Oh, thank you,” I said as I nodded in acceptance of her well wishes, the reality of the situation sinking in. I started to wonder if I had made the final cut, why else would the doctor think I had pending nuptials. “I see here your fiancée has requested that we check your sperm count, volume, and sexual performance today.” “As you will find out, we have some unconventional techniques for testing here, some may even embarrass you. Please keep an open mind and remember, we are medical professionals and we do this kind of thing every day. All I need is your signature that you consent to the testing today.” She pushed a paper over to me and I looked it over, all seemed normal. I reminded myself of my name that day and scribbled the signature, TC Johnson on the paper. Just then a young nurse joined us, she had a sweet smile and her mannerisms put me at ease. “Mister Johnson, this is Ann, my nurse, she will be assisting me today. She'll take you back and we'll get started.” I followed Ann to a small room next to Doctor Phillips office. All seemed normal at first, she took my height and weight and had me sit so she could get my pulse and blood pressure. “Your blood pressure and pulse are a little high, but that's normal for men when they first get here, we'll check it again later.” A medical assistant came in and took samples of my blood, filling three vials. She asked me if I was taking any ED medications or receiving any treatment for an STD. Both my answers were in the negative. The assistant filled out a form and labeled the samples, then she nodded to me and left without saying a word. “Follow me, Nurse Ann said,” we need to get a urine sample and check your control.“ At this point things started getting a little weird. I followed her and she led me to a sterile looking room. I didn't see a toilet, or even a door to another room. She sat on a stool and moved a rolling tray close to her with a series of test tubes on it. "I need you to fill these tubes one by one, stopping for a minute between each, I'm required to watch you do it so you don't cheat.” “Cheat? Just how am I going to cheat?” “Some guys try to fill the tubes without waiting the full minute in between. This procedure is not only to get a sample, I will also be checking your bladder control.” “Give me your penis and we'll get started!” “Holy Crap,” I thought, being surprised by her blunt request. I started fumbling with my zipper, finding this simple task very difficult to do with an unfamiliar female staring at my crotch. “This is no time to be shy Mister Johnson, here, let me help!” She grasped the little tab on my fly and pulled me forward to her. She gingerly un-zipped my pants and reached in past my under wear. She took my semi-limp cock in her hand and put one of the test tubes over the end of my urethra. She pointed to a red line on the tube, “Fill to this point and stop!” I tried to focus on the line and released my urine stream, it didn't take long before she ordered me to stop and she started a timer. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back my flow. I was surprised at just how difficult it was to stop a stream once it had started. I did my best to hold back until the timer finally went off, but it wasn't easy. The nurse took another tube and caught a few dribbles of urine off the tip of my penis, then she had me start again. She repeated the process until I had filled six of the tubes. Then she handed me a flask so I could finish. She started to label the samples and I put my penis back in my pants, I reached for my zipper but the nurse stopped me, “No need for that, you won't be in those pants much longer anyway.” So I stopped and just stood there watching her as my penis found the freedom of my open fly as an invitation to show itself. The nurse looked at me and then my crotch, “Good, we'll need that to get hard, that's our next step!” She had me follow her down the hall to an exam room that at first looked pretty normal except for the chair in the middle of the room. It looked like a recliner but with stirrups. She pointed to an open locker on the wall, “It's time you removed all your clothes so the doctor can examine you, put them in this locker and have a seat. I removed my clothes and got in the chair as instructed. She took my legs and put them in the stir-ups and reached down and cupped my balls which we tight against my crotch. "This won't work,” She said, the doctor won't be able to examine you that way!“ She walked over to a cupboard and took out a small white terrycloth towel. She turned on a sink and let the water flow, testing it periodically with her fingers. When she felt that the temperature was correct she saturated the cloth and put it in a plastic bag. She burped out the air and sealed it. "You're going to feel some warmth and a little discomfort,” With that she put the bag over my balls and had me hold it in place. “The doctor can't examine you with your scrotum up tight against your body like that, please keep this in place and get yourself hard, the doctor will be in shortly!” I could feel the warmth of the water cause my testacies to drop while I began stroking myself to arousal. I laid back and closed my eyes wondering just what type of exam I was about to receive. The thought of having the doctor view me in an aroused state actually was a huge turn-on for me. I could just imagine what being a “Cock” to a women yet unknown to me would be like. I had no idea, but I liked the thought. When the doctor came in she didn't even knock, I heard a commotion at the door and there she was. She looked down at me wearing medical binocular loupes with a small headlamp. She took them off long enough to greet me. “Ok, Mister Johnson, let's see what you've got. I know this will all be strange to you, but believe me, it's necessary to give you a proper exam.” She pulled up a stool and sat in front of me, she removed the water bag from my balls. They now hung low and were dangling free. She moved her glasses back over her eyes and focused on my hanging junk. She separated the boys and examined each one of them closely. She “weighed” each one in her hand and took notes. My erection was stiffening even more with her touch and the doctor noticed, “Don't worry, we'll get to him next.” Cock Meets Twat Nurse Ann moved forward, small tape in her hand, and took several measurements of my ball sack as the doctor took notes. “So,” said the doctor, I see it's been five days since you ejaculated,“ "Good, your balls seem full and we should get some good samples.” I found the use of the word “Samples” intriguing, maybe she used the plural sense by mistake! Her attention finally shifted to my throbbing member, she took it in her hand and the nurse used the tape measure to check the length, girth and circumference of my engorged head. She went to the cupboard and came back with a package that looked a lot like a straw. She removed the paper sheaf to expose a long thin beaded metal rod. She put it to her lips and added a generous supply of saliva. She handed it to the doctor who showed it to me, “Mister Johnson, this is a metal sounding rod, I will be using it to check your urethra, just relax, and you may find this pleasurable.” “Ah, sorry to interrupt you, but I'm puzzled as to why the nurse used her spit instead of lube?” “Simple,” She said, we can't use lube if we want to get sperm samples, it'll contaminate the sample. I know it's strange, but it works, some patients are even aroused by it, which helps with the extraction. She took a tight grip on my shaft and proceeded to thread the rod into my pee hole. She kept sliding it in, checking for resistance. She kept it going until only the very tip of it was left in her fingers. She slowly pulled it back out and then threaded it back in. I started arching my back as I started to feel a climax coming on. The doctor noticed, “Ann, get a sample beaker ready, I think he's ready for his first sample.” She spit on my cock and began stroking me in a circular up and down motion while moving the rod in and out. “So, are you a squitter or oozier?” Strangely I knew exactly what she was talking about, I tried catching my breath long enough to answer, “S-s-squitter, definitely a squitter.” Ann brought two sample beakers, one as a splatter shield and one to collect the sample. Doctor Phillips spit on my cock three more times and quickened her motion. “Oh God, here it comes,” I said with a grunt. I pushed my feet into the stirrups and began humping the doctor's hand. The doctor removed the sounding rod and the two women, each with a beaker, positioned themselves in front of me. Ann's beaker was held over my cock head at a slight angle, the other was upright and directly below it. I held my breath and gritted my teeth. As if on cue, my stream erupted, hitting the bottom of the first vessel, then slid down and dripped into the second. My manly pump thumped in a steady rhythm, each pulse sending a mixture of relief and pleasure to my brain. The doctor held my penis still, clamping the head between her thumb and forefinger. The surges slowly diminished and then stopped. Nurse Ann moved the lip of her glass beaker directly under the opening of my urethra as the doctor squeezed every drop of semen from my steadily deflating penis. I was breathless trying to regain my composure. Both beakers were moved to the counter where Ann drew up the globs of my ejaculate into a syringe. She showed the full vessel to the doctor. “Good Mister Johnson, now just relax for a couple of minutes then we'll need you to make yourself hard again. We need to get two more samples to measure the decrease of volume between your ejaculations. "Here,” said Ann, “This is our call button, push it when you think you are ready again.” I laid back, wallowing in the mind blowing experience I just had. If this is what being a cock is all about, I'm in. It didn't take long before I was pushing the call button, a guy has a second sense when it comes to their manhood, and I knew I had another load in me that could be more than the first. My penis was hard and bobbing in anticipation. Without knocking the nurse entered the room, but she wasn't alone. Accompanying her was a young brunet that was introduced to me as Beth, not nurse Beth, just Beth. She was attractive in her own way, a few extra pounds, but still very attractive. “Beth will be assisting me with the next two extractions,” said Ann. The thing I noticed most about the new assistant was that she had a uniform all her own. Instead of the traditional medical attire, hers was a lot more reviling, it was like the uniform was designed solely for the purpose of sperm collection. It was a tight fitting button down white dress that barely covered her crotch. The very low cut braless top exposed her ample tits. She looked almost as aroused as I was, her erect nipples stuck straight out under the tight-fitting fabric. She took my erection in her hand and dripped three long strings of saliva over my purple head. Her tits hung in my face as she worked my rod in her soft petite hands. I was panting and breathless as I reached another powerful orgasm. All I could do was wave my left hand in the air and the women understood my signal. As before the two beakers were placed in front of my pulsating cock as it spew my seed in another powerful orgasm. “Oh,” said Beth, “I didn't believe you at first, but you are right, he sure has a live one doesn't he!” Ann took the beakers as before and sucked my ejaculate up into a syringe. She showed it to Beth who was noticeably impressed. As I watched Beth examine my sperm sample she leaned over just far enough to put her scantily clad ass in the air and in my full view. My cock sprang back into life again. “Ah Ladies,” I said somewhat embarrassed, “No need to come back, I think he's ready again!” And indeed he was. More of Beth's saliva, more views of Beth's tits and I was soon shooting into the beakers again. I hardly remember driving back home that day, but I do remember beating off in the shower for a half hour when I got home. It was then I realized that my cock now controlled my life and no matter what “Vagina” had in mind for me, I was ready…. Again, the waiting game ensued, this time nearly three weeks had passed until I heard from her again. It was an email with a very short message; “Cock, I have two more tests for you, be at this address in a half hour!” This time it was seductively signed, “Waiting Vagina.” “Only a half hour???” That didn't leave me much time, the first thing I needed to know was how far it was, could I even make it if I hit heavy traffic, I wouldn't know until I punched the address into the GPS in my car. I took a double-take when I finally focused on the address, it was in the same building as the fertility clinic, but the Suite Number was 1125. “That's right across the hall.” I started my car engine and headed off, I should have just enough time to make it, and it helped that I knew exactly where I was going this time. I pulled into the parking ramp with only five minutes to spare. As I rushed to the elevator, I glanced at the wall plaque, Suite 1125 was the Law Office of Angie Harrison and Associates. If Vagina wants me to visit an Attorney, things must be getting serious. Could it be that I'm the finalist? Hopefully I'd soon know. I rode the elevator up to the eleventh floor and immediately found Suite 1125. I was a little out of breath when I walked through the glass panel door. A kind looking young lady with a warm smile greeted me at her desk, “You must be TC Johnson, have a seat and Angie will be with you shortly.” I had barely sat down before the receptionist had me follow her down the hall and into a large office with black leather clad walnut furniture. The walls were decorated with numerous framed diplomas and citations. A thirty something lady was seated behind the desk. She had long jet black hair and was wearing a blue business suit with the top adored with large brass buttons. Her thin silk blouse gave a sexy touch to her ensemble. She wore sophisticated dark rim glasses that gave her the appearance of the highly intelligent person depicted on her wall. “Welcome Mister Siebers, "I'm Angie Harrison, have a seat and we'll get started!” “Wait, what did you just call me,” I asked, somewhat startled. “Timothy Siebers, isn't that your name?” “Well yes, but how do you know that?” “Easy, we ran your license plate when you went to the fertility clinic, but that's not important right now.” Her receptionist took a piece of paper from her and handed it to me with a pen. “First, we need you to sign a confidentiality agreement so anything I tell you will never leave this room.” I read over the straightforward agreement and signed it with little hesitation, I couldn't wait to hear why someone would go to such great length to find a cock. Angie had her receptionist sign it as a witness then it was stamped with a notary seal. The receptionist left and I heard a clicking sound as she locked the door behind her. Angie stood up and offered her hand, I reached out and shook it. “Cock, I'm Vagina, now we can talk!” My mind went wild daydreaming about being a cock to this sophisticated, highly intelligent women. I immediately started checking over what I could see of her body, trying not to be obvious. “Can I call you Tim?” “Of course.” “You can call me Ang.” Angie turned her attention to her laptop, “Looking over your results from the fertility clinic, I see you are off the charts. Your sperm count is high, you ejaculate like a horse, and you seem to have no issues getting a solid erection.” “They didn't detect any STD's or any signs of any ED medications either.” “Tim, I will give you the basics then I'll answer any questions you may have,” she said with a smile as I looked into her bright blue eyes becoming somewhat infatuated with her. “Simply put, I need a cock to give everyone the appearance of being married. "Appearance,” I asked. “As you can tell from my citations, I am very focused on my law career and I also plan to run for Congress next year.” “The thing is I don't want people prying into my sex life as they would if they thought I was single. I work very long hours and my ambitions aren't going to change. With a cock at my beck and call I can fulfill my sexual desires and if it's my husband, nobody would think anything of it. If I select you, I'll need you to quit your job, move in with me, and become my house husband. I want children, so you'd be like a normal stay at home dad to them. You will need to sign a standard pre-nuptial agreement and be given a healthy monthly allowance and your own car. I gave her an understanding look as it all seemed to make sense, her intentions were clear. "Do you have any questions, Tim? "Yes, your note said two more tests today, can I ask what they are?” “The first test you already passed, you dropped everything to get here in a half hour, which shows dedication to the idea of being a cock. I'll need you to drop everything you are doing and come fuck me anytime I'm in the mood.” “What's the second?” “Get naked and come around my desk and fuck me!” “Please?” “You heard me, part of being my cock is to be ready at my every whim. So, get naked and come around the desk and fuck me. I need to evaluate your performance before I make my final decision.” “I only have a half hour before I have to be in court so get busy!” She wiggled off her panties and put them on her desk. I hastily removed my clothes and crawled around her desk. She pulled up her dress and revealed her well groomed pussy. Her pink lips looked full, fertile, and inviting. Her clit was swollen and ready. She slid slightly back in her chair and pointed to her crotch and said, “Cock, meet Vagina, she's wet and waiting for you.” I gave my penis a few short pumps and it sprang to full erection. I slid my manhood deep inside her as my animal instincts took over me. I moved up and down thrusting deeper and deeper into her. She grunted along with my rhythm. She un-buttoned her dress and squirmed to get out of it while I continued humping her without missing a beat. I shot my seed deep into her with countless orgasmic pulses of mutual climax with a person I just met three minutes ago. We definitely had an attraction to each other, totally physical as it were, but a connection none the less. I dismounted her and she took several sheets of Kleenex to wipe my heavy load of semen from her dripping pussy. I was about to apologize for making such a mess when she stopped me, “Don't worry, everything in my office has been scotch guarded. This is where we'll have most of our sex. We'll also likely make good use of the ladies room at the courthouse. I can never tell when the urges will hit me. She folded her dress and placed it on her desk next to her panties. She stood before me wearing nothing but her sheer blouse. She took my hand and led me to a couch and had me lie down. She jumped up on me and impaled herself on my waiting rod. She rode me hard, stopping only to check her watch. I lost count of how many orgasms we each had but it was many. She looked at her watch again then hesitantly dismounted me. She wiped her sperm drenched vagina and got dressed. "Congrats Tim, you've made the final cut.” “I'll have one of my associates write up the Pre-nup and I'll get our marriage license application while I'm at court.” “Get hard and stay that way until I get back!” by subleroy for Literotica

Man answers ad in fetish dating site. by subleroy. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy stories. Cock, Available for Marriage – Chapter One Cruising the web one night I stumbled across a dating site for people wishing to explore fetish and alternative lifestyles. I was reluctant to join because it's hard to know just how secure these sites are, I'd heard a lot of horror stories. The one thing I liked was that they were very strict about mature age requirements. A birth certificate and photo ID were required but kept confidential. I also had to file an affidavit that I was indeed who I said I was and that I was over the age of twenty one.All females received free memberships, but as a male, I'd have to pay a monthly fee through direct withdrawal out of my checking account. Once I had jumped through all the hoops I had to verify my membership through an email account. I figured I had nothing to lose, so I joined. After spending several hours checking out postings, one in particular caught my eye; “Cock wanted for potential marriage!” There was no picture and the profile was very simple. “Single women looking for a cock with no romance. The cock must be available for marriage.” The response instructions were very simple, interested cocks were to send pictures of themselves only, no other body shots. The bottom of the profile contained a secure link for responses. I was intrigued; yes I was single and available for marriage and I too wasn't looking for romance, I just wanted sex. Most guys would turn and run over the marriage part, but not me, there was something very erotic about being in a solely physical relationship. Romance seemed over rated anyway. I read the short profile over and over, what if, I thought, this person were actually a gay male or some other sort of a set-up? Against my better judgment, I decided to go ahead and respond, but be very careful and think my actions through. I liked the idea that there was a women out there so straightforward that she stated she just wanted a cock, no romance, and none of that relationship bullshit. Her honesty was very refreshing and I found it quite a turn-on. Getting a hard-on for the picture wasn't all that difficult, I started some porn on my computer and watched it while adjusting my presentation. My penis is a full seven inches, not too overly large, but I knew how to use it, or should I say, it knew how to use me. Being an amateur photographer, I focused on lighting and appearance. I shot my penis from many different angles against a white background. I edited my profile with no picture and to say simply, “Cock available, no romance required.” I fired off the three best pictures with a short message, “Cock needing a vagina!” Then I waited…. After a long two weeks, I finally heard from her, “Cock, I received your reply including the pictures of you. I need to verify your size and performance. At the bottom of this email you'll find an address for a doctor's appointment that I have set up for you. Your check-in name is TC Johnson.” It was signed, “Vagina.” It also had a P.S., “Your sperm count and semen volume will be measured, so I suggest you don't spew your ejaculate between now and the time of your verification!” The appointment was scheduled for the next Friday afternoon, which was five days away. As I was reading the note, I became so aroused that I naturally started beating myself off. I had to stop myself before I came, I needed to store up my seed for the evaluation. It was going to be a long five days. On the day of the appointment I awoke early and spent some extra time getting ready. I took a long hot shower and shaved away all the hair on my genitals. Then I critiqued myself in front of the mirror and removed any stubborn hair that remained. If I was going to be a cock, I wanted “Him” to look the part. I decided not to wear a suit, I thought dress slacks and a button-down shirt would be more appropriate. I punched in the address I was given and my GPS led me to a high-rise office building in the middle of town. I parked in the ramp and entered the main lobby. The note directed me to Suite 1124. I scanned the listing behind the glass panel on the wall. The name next to the listing for that suite was “Dr. Laurie Phillips, Reproduction Services.” I entered the elevator and pushed the button for the eleventh floor. A short ride up ensued that culminated when the door opened to a long hallway. Everything up to that point seemed normal but still red flags were going off in my head. Did I really know what I was about to get myself into, I was reaching the point of no return. I could turn and walk away and forget the whole thing, or I could continue down the hall to what my mind was telling me was my destiny. My sexual hormones were shooting through my brain preventing me from turning back. My mindset shifted from being an average man to that of a walking penis longing for sexual release. I located Suite 1124, opened the door and walked in. It was just a normal looking waiting room. I went up to the receptionist and gave her the name I was given, TC Johnson. She just smiled, apparently knowing that it couldn't be my real name. “Ok, Mister Johnson, you're all checked in, have a seat and fill out this form on your medical history. The Doctor will be out shortly to get you. To my relief, the waiting room was empty. I took a seat and filled out the form, it was all the standard questions at first, then the last section was very personal, it had questions like; “How many times a week do I masturbate?” “What is the normal amount of my ejaculate?” “Have I ever impregnated a women?” And of course, “when did I last masturbate and what was the outcome?” I answered the questions honestly, pleased that no one was there to look over my shoulder and see my answers. I am a normal guy who jacks off regularly, a couple times a day on average, I usually pop a healthy load. No I haven't impregnated someone, and my final answer was five days ago and I creamed my sheets. Of course I cleaned up my answers a little, after all, this was a medical form. Once the sheets were filled out, I occupied myself by checking for messages on my phone. The minutes slowly clicked by, I kept looking up at the front door, praying that nobody else would walk in and see my answers on the forms. I was shaking with a combination of arousal and fear of the unknown. I didn't want anyone to see me. A commotion in the room caught my eye and I looked up to see a women standing over me, “Mister Johnson?” “Yes.” “I'm Doctor Phillips.” I looked up and saw a normal looking women in a medical uniform, she was tall and thin with short blonde hair. I rose to my feet and she reached out, shook my hand, and took the forms from me. “Come on back and we'll get started.” She led me down a short hallway to her office. “Have a seat while I look over my notes, by the way, congratulations on your pending nuptials!” “Oh, thank you,” I said as I nodded in acceptance of her well wishes, the reality of the situation sinking in. I started to wonder if I had made the final cut, why else would the doctor think I had pending nuptials. “I see here your fiancée has requested that we check your sperm count, volume, and sexual performance today.” “As you will find out, we have some unconventional techniques for testing here, some may even embarrass you. Please keep an open mind and remember, we are medical professionals and we do this kind of thing every day. All I need is your signature that you consent to the testing today.” She pushed a paper over to me and I looked it over, all seemed normal. I reminded myself of my name that day and scribbled the signature, TC Johnson on the paper. Just then a young nurse joined us, she had a sweet smile and her mannerisms put me at ease. “Mister Johnson, this is Ann, my nurse, she will be assisting me today. She'll take you back and we'll get started.” I followed Ann to a small room next to Doctor Phillips office. All seemed normal at first, she took my height and weight and had me sit so she could get my pulse and blood pressure. “Your blood pressure and pulse are a little high, but that's normal for men when they first get here, we'll check it again later.” A medical assistant came in and took samples of my blood, filling three vials. She asked me if I was taking any ED medications or receiving any treatment for an STD. Both my answers were in the negative. The assistant filled out a form and labeled the samples, then she nodded to me and left without saying a word. “Follow me, Nurse Ann said,” we need to get a urine sample and check your control.“ At this point things started getting a little weird. I followed her and she led me to a sterile looking room. I didn't see a toilet, or even a door to another room. She sat on a stool and moved a rolling tray close to her with a series of test tubes on it. "I need you to fill these tubes one by one, stopping for a minute between each, I'm required to watch you do it so you don't cheat.” “Cheat? Just how am I going to cheat?” “Some guys try to fill the tubes without waiting the full minute in between. This procedure is not only to get a sample, I will also be checking your bladder control.” “Give me your penis and we'll get started!” “Holy Crap,” I thought, being surprised by her blunt request. I started fumbling with my zipper, finding this simple task very difficult to do with an unfamiliar female staring at my crotch. “This is no time to be shy Mister Johnson, here, let me help!” She grasped the little tab on my fly and pulled me forward to her. She gingerly un-zipped my pants and reached in past my under wear. She took my semi-limp cock in her hand and put one of the test tubes over the end of my urethra. She pointed to a red line on the tube, “Fill to this point and stop!” I tried to focus on the line and released my urine stream, it didn't take long before she ordered me to stop and she started a timer. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back my flow. I was surprised at just how difficult it was to stop a stream once it had started. I did my best to hold back until the timer finally went off, but it wasn't easy. The nurse took another tube and caught a few dribbles of urine off the tip of my penis, then she had me start again. She repeated the process until I had filled six of the tubes. Then she handed me a flask so I could finish. She started to label the samples and I put my penis back in my pants, I reached for my zipper but the nurse stopped me, “No need for that, you won't be in those pants much longer anyway.” So I stopped and just stood there watching her as my penis found the freedom of my open fly as an invitation to show itself. The nurse looked at me and then my crotch, “Good, we'll need that to get hard, that's our next step!” She had me follow her down the hall to an exam room that at first looked pretty normal except for the chair in the middle of the room. It looked like a recliner but with stirrups. She pointed to an open locker on the wall, “It's time you removed all your clothes so the doctor can examine you, put them in this locker and have a seat. I removed my clothes and got in the chair as instructed. She took my legs and put them in the stir-ups and reached down and cupped my balls which we tight against my crotch. "This won't work,” She said, the doctor won't be able to examine you that way!“ She walked over to a cupboard and took out a small white terrycloth towel. She turned on a sink and let the water flow, testing it periodically with her fingers. When she felt that the temperature was correct she saturated the cloth and put it in a plastic bag. She burped out the air and sealed it. "You're going to feel some warmth and a little discomfort,” With that she put the bag over my balls and had me hold it in place. “The doctor can't examine you with your scrotum up tight against your body like that, please keep this in place and get yourself hard, the doctor will be in shortly!” I could feel the warmth of the water cause my testacies to drop while I began stroking myself to arousal. I laid back and closed my eyes wondering just what type of exam I was about to receive. The thought of having the doctor view me in an aroused state actually was a huge turn-on for me. I could just imagine what being a “Cock” to a women yet unknown to me would be like. I had no idea, but I liked the thought. When the doctor came in she didn't even knock, I heard a commotion at the door and there she was. She looked down at me wearing medical binocular loupes with a small headlamp. She took them off long enough to greet me. “Ok, Mister Johnson, let's see what you've got. I know this will all be strange to you, but believe me, it's necessary to give you a proper exam.” She pulled up a stool and sat in front of me, she removed the water bag from my balls. They now hung low and were dangling free. She moved her glasses back over her eyes and focused on my hanging junk. She separated the boys and examined each one of them closely. She “weighed” each one in her hand and took notes. My erection was stiffening even more with her touch and the doctor noticed, “Don't worry, we'll get to him next.” Cock Meets Twat Nurse Ann moved forward, small tape in her hand, and took several measurements of my ball sack as the doctor took notes. “So,” said the doctor, I see it's been five days since you ejaculated,“ "Good, your balls seem full and we should get some good samples.” I found the use of the word “Samples” intriguing, maybe she used the plural sense by mistake! Her attention finally shifted to my throbbing member, she took it in her hand and the nurse used the tape measure to check the length, girth and circumference of my engorged head. She went to the cupboard and came back with a package that looked a lot like a straw. She removed the paper sheaf to expose a long thin beaded metal rod. She put it to her lips and added a generous supply of saliva. She handed it to the doctor who showed it to me, “Mister Johnson, this is a metal sounding rod, I will be using it to check your urethra, just relax, and you may find this pleasurable.” “Ah, sorry to interrupt you, but I'm puzzled as to why the nurse used her spit instead of lube?” “Simple,” She said, we can't use lube if we want to get sperm samples, it'll contaminate the sample. I know it's strange, but it works, some patients are even aroused by it, which helps with the extraction. She took a tight grip on my shaft and proceeded to thread the rod into my pee hole. She kept sliding it in, checking for resistance. She kept it going until only the very tip of it was left in her fingers. She slowly pulled it back out and then threaded it back in. I started arching my back as I started to feel a climax coming on. The doctor noticed, “Ann, get a sample beaker ready, I think he's ready for his first sample.” She spit on my cock and began stroking me in a circular up and down motion while moving the rod in and out. “So, are you a squitter or oozier?” Strangely I knew exactly what she was talking about, I tried catching my breath long enough to answer, “S-s-squitter, definitely a squitter.” Ann brought two sample beakers, one as a splatter shield and one to collect the sample. Doctor Phillips spit on my cock three more times and quickened her motion. “Oh God, here it comes,” I said with a grunt. I pushed my feet into the stirrups and began humping the doctor's hand. The doctor removed the sounding rod and the two women, each with a beaker, positioned themselves in front of me. Ann's beaker was held over my cock head at a slight angle, the other was upright and directly below it. I held my breath and gritted my teeth. As if on cue, my stream erupted, hitting the bottom of the first vessel, then slid down and dripped into the second. My manly pump thumped in a steady rhythm, each pulse sending a mixture of relief and pleasure to my brain. The doctor held my penis still, clamping the head between her thumb and forefinger. The surges slowly diminished and then stopped. Nurse Ann moved the lip of her glass beaker directly under the opening of my urethra as the doctor squeezed every drop of semen from my steadily deflating penis. I was breathless trying to regain my composure. Both beakers were moved to the counter where Ann drew up the globs of my ejaculate into a syringe. She showed the full vessel to the doctor. “Good Mister Johnson, now just relax for a couple of minutes then we'll need you to make yourself hard again. We need to get two more samples to measure the decrease of volume between your ejaculations. "Here,” said Ann, “This is our call button, push it when you think you are ready again.” I laid back, wallowing in the mind blowing experience I just had. If this is what being a cock is all about, I'm in. It didn't take long before I was pushing the call button, a guy has a second sense when it comes to their manhood, and I knew I had another load in me that could be more than the first. My penis was hard and bobbing in anticipation. Without knocking the nurse entered the room, but she wasn't alone. Accompanying her was a young brunet that was introduced to me as Beth, not nurse Beth, just Beth. She was attractive in her own way, a few extra pounds, but still very attractive. “Beth will be assisting me with the next two extractions,” said Ann. The thing I noticed most about the new assistant was that she had a uniform all her own. Instead of the traditional medical attire, hers was a lot more reviling, it was like the uniform was designed solely for the purpose of sperm collection. It was a tight fitting button down white dress that barely covered her crotch. The very low cut braless top exposed her ample tits. She looked almost as aroused as I was, her erect nipples stuck straight out under the tight-fitting fabric. She took my erection in her hand and dripped three long strings of saliva over my purple head. Her tits hung in my face as she worked my rod in her soft petite hands. I was panting and breathless as I reached another powerful orgasm. All I could do was wave my left hand in the air and the women understood my signal. As before the two beakers were placed in front of my pulsating cock as it spew my seed in another powerful orgasm. “Oh,” said Beth, “I didn't believe you at first, but you are right, he sure has a live one doesn't he!” Ann took the beakers as before and sucked my ejaculate up into a syringe. She showed it to Beth who was noticeably impressed. As I watched Beth examine my sperm sample she leaned over just far enough to put her scantily clad ass in the air and in my full view. My cock sprang back into life again. “Ah Ladies,” I said somewhat embarrassed, “No need to come back, I think he's ready again!” And indeed he was. More of Beth's saliva, more views of Beth's tits and I was soon shooting into the beakers again. I hardly remember driving back home that day, but I do remember beating off in the shower for a half hour when I got home. It was then I realized that my cock now controlled my life and no matter what “Vagina” had in mind for me, I was ready…. Again, the waiting game ensued, this time nearly three weeks had passed until I heard from her again. It was an email with a very short message; “Cock, I have two more tests for you, be at this address in a half hour!” This time it was seductively signed, “Waiting Vagina.” “Only a half hour???” That didn't leave me much time, the first thing I needed to know was how far it was, could I even make it if I hit heavy traffic, I wouldn't know until I punched the address into the GPS in my car. I took a double-take when I finally focused on the address, it was in the same building as the fertility clinic, but the Suite Number was 1125. “That's right across the hall.” I started my car engine and headed off, I should have just enough time to make it, and it helped that I knew exactly where I was going this time. I pulled into the parking ramp with only five minutes to spare. As I rushed to the elevator, I glanced at the wall plaque, Suite 1125 was the Law Office of Angie Harrison and Associates. If Vagina wants me to visit an Attorney, things must be getting serious. Could it be that I'm the finalist? Hopefully I'd soon know. I rode the elevator up to the eleventh floor and immediately found Suite 1125. I was a little out of breath when I walked through the glass panel door. A kind looking young lady with a warm smile greeted me at her desk, “You must be TC Johnson, have a seat and Angie will be with you shortly.” I had barely sat down before the receptionist had me follow her down the hall and into a large office with black leather clad walnut furniture. The walls were decorated with numerous framed diplomas and citations. A thirty something lady was seated behind the desk. She had long jet black hair and was wearing a blue business suit with the top adored with large brass buttons. Her thin silk blouse gave a sexy touch to her ensemble. She wore sophisticated dark rim glasses that gave her the appearance of the highly intelligent person depicted on her wall. “Welcome Mister Siebers, "I'm Angie Harrison, have a seat and we'll get started!” “Wait, what did you just call me,” I asked, somewhat startled. “Timothy Siebers, isn't that your name?” “Well yes, but how do you know that?” “Easy, we ran your license plate when you went to the fertility clinic, but that's not important right now.” Her receptionist took a piece of paper from her and handed it to me with a pen. “First, we need you to sign a confidentiality agreement so anything I tell you will never leave this room.” I read over the straightforward agreement and signed it with little hesitation, I couldn't wait to hear why someone would go to such great length to find a cock. Angie had her receptionist sign it as a witness then it was stamped with a notary seal. The receptionist left and I heard a clicking sound as she locked the door behind her. Angie stood up and offered her hand, I reached out and shook it. “Cock, I'm Vagina, now we can talk!” My mind went wild daydreaming about being a cock to this sophisticated, highly intelligent women. I immediately started checking over what I could see of her body, trying not to be obvious. “Can I call you Tim?” “Of course.” “You can call me Ang.” Angie turned her attention to her laptop, “Looking over your results from the fertility clinic, I see you are off the charts. Your sperm count is high, you ejaculate like a horse, and you seem to have no issues getting a solid erection.” “They didn't detect any STD's or any signs of any ED medications either.” “Tim, I will give you the basics then I'll answer any questions you may have,” she said with a smile as I looked into her bright blue eyes becoming somewhat infatuated with her. “Simply put, I need a cock to give everyone the appearance of being married. "Appearance,” I asked. “As you can tell from my citations, I am very focused on my law career and I also plan to run for Congress next year.” “The thing is I don't want people prying into my sex life as they would if they thought I was single. I work very long hours and my ambitions aren't going to change. With a cock at my beck and call I can fulfill my sexual desires and if it's my husband, nobody would think anything of it. If I select you, I'll need you to quit your job, move in with me, and become my house husband. I want children, so you'd be like a normal stay at home dad to them. You will need to sign a standard pre-nuptial agreement and be given a healthy monthly allowance and your own car. I gave her an understanding look as it all seemed to make sense, her intentions were clear. "Do you have any questions, Tim? "Yes, your note said two more tests today, can I ask what they are?” “The first test you already passed, you dropped everything to get here in a half hour, which shows dedication to the idea of being a cock. I'll need you to drop everything you are doing and come fuck me anytime I'm in the mood.” “What's the second?” “Get naked and come around my desk and fuck me!” “Please?” “You heard me, part of being my cock is to be ready at my every whim. So, get naked and come around the desk and fuck me. I need to evaluate your performance before I make my final decision.” “I only have a half hour before I have to be in court so get busy!” She wiggled off her panties and put them on her desk. I hastily removed my clothes and crawled around her desk. She pulled up her dress and revealed her well groomed pussy. Her pink lips looked full, fertile, and inviting. Her clit was swollen and ready. She slid slightly back in her chair and pointed to her crotch and said, “Cock, meet Vagina, she's wet and waiting for you.” I gave my penis a few short pumps and it sprang to full erection. I slid my manhood deep inside her as my animal instincts took over me. I moved up and down thrusting deeper and deeper into her. She grunted along with my rhythm. She un-buttoned her dress and squirmed to get out of it while I continued humping her without missing a beat. I shot my seed deep into her with countless orgasmic pulses of mutual climax with a person I just met three minutes ago. We definitely had an attraction to each other, totally physical as it were, but a connection none the less. I dismounted her and she took several sheets of Kleenex to wipe my heavy load of semen from her dripping pussy. I was about to apologize for making such a mess when she stopped me, “Don't worry, everything in my office has been scotch guarded. This is where we'll have most of our sex. We'll also likely make good use of the ladies room at the courthouse. I can never tell when the urges will hit me. She folded her dress and placed it on her desk next to her panties. She stood before me wearing nothing but her sheer blouse. She took my hand and led me to a couch and had me lie down. She jumped up on me and impaled herself on my waiting rod. She rode me hard, stopping only to check her watch. I lost count of how many orgasms we each had but it was many. She looked at her watch again then hesitantly dismounted me. She wiped her sperm drenched vagina and got dressed. "Congrats Tim, you've made the final cut.” “I'll have one of my associates write up the Pre-nup and I'll get our marriage license application while I'm at court.” “Get hard and stay that way until I get back!” by subleroy for Literotica

Man answers ad in fetish dating site.by subleroy. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy stories.Cock, Available for Marriage – Chapter OneCruising the web one night I stumbled across a dating site for people wishing to explore fetish and alternative lifestyles. I was reluctant to join because it's hard to know just how secure these sites are, I'd heard a lot of horror stories.The one thing I liked was that they were very strict about mature age requirements. A birth certificate and photo ID were required but kept confidential. I also had to file an affidavit that I was indeed who I said I was and that I was over the age of twenty one.All females received free memberships, but as a male, I'd have to pay a monthly fee through direct withdrawal out of my checking account. Once I had jumped through all the hoops I had to verify my membership through an email account.I figured I had nothing to lose, so I joined.After spending several hours checking out postings, one in particular caught my eye;“Cock wanted for potential marriage!”There was no picture and the profile was very simple.“Single women looking for a cock with no romance. The cock must be available for marriage.”The response instructions were very simple, interested cocks were to send pictures of themselves only, no other body shots. The bottom of the profile contained a secure link for responses.I was intrigued; yes I was single and available for marriage and I too wasn't looking for romance, I just wanted sex. Most guys would turn and run over the marriage part, but not me, there was something very erotic about being in a solely physical relationship. Romance seemed over rated anyway.I read the short profile over and over, what if, I thought, this person were actually a gay male or some other sort of a set-up? Against my better judgment, I decided to go ahead and respond, but be very careful and think my actions through.I liked the idea that there was a women out there so straightforward that she stated she just wanted a cock, no romance, and none of that relationship bullshit. Her honesty was very refreshing and I found it quite a turn-on.Getting a hard-on for the picture wasn't all that difficult, I started some porn on my computer and watched it while adjusting my presentation. My penis is a full seven inches, not too overly large, but I knew how to use it, or should I say, it knew how to use me.Being an amateur photographer, I focused on lighting and appearance. I shot my penis from many different angles against a white background.I edited my profile with no picture and to say simply, “Cock available, no romance required.”I fired off the three best pictures with a short message,“Cock needing a vagina!”Then I waited….After a long two weeks, I finally heard from her,“Cock, I received your reply including the pictures of you. I need to verify your size and performance. At the bottom of this email you'll find an address for a doctor's appointment that I have set up for you. Your check-in name is TC Johnson.”It was signed, “Vagina.”It also had a P.S.,“Your sperm count and semen volume will be measured, so I suggest you don't spew your ejaculate between now and the time of your verification!”The appointment was scheduled for the next Friday afternoon, which was five days away.As I was reading the note, I became so aroused that I naturally started beating myself off. I had to stop myself before I came, I needed to store up my seed for the evaluation. It was going to be a long five days.On the day of the appointment I awoke early and spent some extra time getting ready. I took a long hot shower and shaved away all the hair on my genitals. Then I critiqued myself in front of the mirror and removed any stubborn hair that remained. If I was going to be a cock, I wanted “Him” to look the part.I decided not to wear a suit, I thought dress slacks and a button-down shirt would be more appropriate.I punched in the address I was given and my GPS led me to a high-rise office building in the middle of town. I parked in the ramp and entered the main lobby.The note directed me to Suite 1124. I scanned the listing behind the glass panel on the wall. The name next to the listing for that suite was “Dr. Laurie Phillips, Reproduction Services.”I entered the elevator and pushed the button for the eleventh floor. A short ride up ensued that culminated when the door opened to a long hallway. Everything up to that point seemed normal but still red flags were going off in my head. Did I really know what I was about to get myself into, I was reaching the point of no return. I could turn and walk away and forget the whole thing, or I could continue down the hall to what my mind was telling me was my destiny.My sexual hormones were shooting through my brain preventing me from turning back. My mindset shifted from being an average man to that of a walking penis longing for sexual release.I located Suite 1124, opened the door and walked in. It was just a normal looking waiting room. I went up to the receptionist and gave her the name I was given, TC Johnson.She just smiled, apparently knowing that it couldn't be my real name.“Ok, Mister Johnson, you're all checked in, have a seat and fill out this form on your medical history. The Doctor will be out shortly to get you.To my relief, the waiting room was empty. I took a seat and filled out the form, it was all the standard questions at first, then the last section was very personal, it had questions like;“How many times a week do I masturbate?” “What is the normal amount of my ejaculate?” “Have I ever impregnated a women?” And of course, “when did I last masturbate and what was the outcome?”I answered the questions honestly, pleased that no one was there to look over my shoulder and see my answers.I am a normal guy who jacks off regularly, a couple times a day on average, I usually pop a healthy load. No I haven't impregnated someone, and my final answer was five days ago and I creamed my sheets. Of course I cleaned up my answers a little, after all, this was a medical form.Once the sheets were filled out, I occupied myself by checking for messages on my phone.The minutes slowly clicked by, I kept looking up at the front door, praying that nobody else would walk in and see my answers on the forms. I was shaking with a combination of arousal and fear of the unknown. I didn't want anyone to see me.A commotion in the room caught my eye and I looked up to see a women standing over me,“Mister Johnson?”“Yes.”“I'm Doctor Phillips.”I looked up and saw a normal looking women in a medical uniform, she was tall and thin with short blonde hair. I rose to my feet and she reached out, shook my hand, and took the forms from me.“Come on back and we'll get started.”She led me down a short hallway to her office.“Have a seat while I look over my notes, by the way, congratulations on your pending nuptials!”“Oh, thank you,” I said as I nodded in acceptance of her well wishes, the reality of the situation sinking in. I started to wonder if I had made the final cut, why else would the doctor think I had pending nuptials.“I see here your fiancée has requested that we check your sperm count, volume, and sexual performance today.”“As you will find out, we have some unconventional techniques for testing here, some may even embarrass you. Please keep an open mind and remember, we are medical professionals and we do this kind of thing every day. All I need is your signature that you consent to the testing today.”She pushed a paper over to me and I looked it over, all seemed normal. I reminded myself of my name that day and scribbled the signature, TC Johnson on the paper.Just then a young nurse joined us, she had a sweet smile and her mannerisms put me at ease.“Mister Johnson, this is Ann, my nurse, she will be assisting me today. She'll take you back and we'll get started.”I followed Ann to a small room next to Doctor Phillips office.All seemed normal at first, she took my height and weight and had me sit so she could get my pulse and blood pressure.“Your blood pressure and pulse are a little high, but that's normal for men when they first get here, we'll check it again later.”A medical assistant came in and took samples of my blood, filling three vials. She asked me if I was taking any ED medications or receiving any treatment for an STD.Both my answers were in the negative.The assistant filled out a form and labeled the samples, then she nodded to me and left without saying a word.“Follow me, Nurse Ann said,” we need to get a urine sample and check your control.“At this point things started getting a little weird. I followed her and she led me to a sterile looking room. I didn't see a toilet, or even a door to another room.She sat on a stool and moved a rolling tray close to her with a series of test tubes on it.“I need you to fill these tubes one by one, stopping for a minute between each, I'm required to watch you do it so you don't cheat.”“Cheat? Just how am I going to cheat?”“Some guys try to fill the tubes without waiting the full minute in between. This procedure is not only to get a sample, I will also be checking your bladder control.”“Give me your penis and we'll get started!”“Holy Crap,” I thought, being surprised by her blunt request. I started fumbling with my zipper, finding this simple task very difficult to do with an unfamiliar female staring at my crotch.“This is no time to be shy Mister Johnson, here, let me help!”She grasped the little tab on my fly and pulled me forward to her. She gingerly un-zipped my pants and reached in past my under wear. She took my semi-limp cock in her hand and put one of the test tubes over the end of my urethra.She pointed to a red line on the tube,“Fill to this point and stop!”I tried to focus on the line and released my urine stream, it didn't take long before she ordered me to stop and she started a timer.I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back my flow. I was surprised at just how difficult it was to stop a stream once it had started.I did my best to hold back until the timer finally went off, but it wasn't easy. The nurse took another tube and caught a few dribbles of urine off the tip of my penis, then she had me start again. She repeated the process until I had filled six of the tubes. Then she handed me a flask so I could finish.She started to label the samples and I put my penis back in my pants, I reached for my zipper but the nurse stopped me,“No need for that, you won't be in those pants much longer anyway.”So I stopped and just stood there watching her as my penis found the freedom of my open fly as an invitation to show itself.The nurse looked at me and then my crotch,“Good, we'll need that to get hard, that's our next step!”She had me follow her down the hall to an exam room that at first looked pretty normal except for the chair in the middle of the room. It looked like a recliner but with stirrups.She pointed to an open locker on the wall,“It's time you removed all your clothes so the doctor can examine you, put them in this locker and have a seat.I removed my clothes and got in the chair as instructed.She took my legs and put them in the stir-ups and reached down and cupped my balls which we tight against my crotch.“This won't work,” She said, the doctor won't be able to examine you that way!“She walked over to a cupboard and took out a small white terrycloth towel. She turned on a sink and let the water flow, testing it periodically with her fingers. When she felt that the temperature was correct she saturated the cloth and put it in a plastic bag. She burped out the air and sealed it."You're going to feel some warmth and a little discomfort,” With that she put the bag over my balls and had me hold it in place.“The doctor can't examine you with your scrotum up tight against your body like that, please keep this in place and get yourself hard, the doctor will be in shortly!”I could feel the warmth of the water cause my testacies to drop while I began stroking myself to arousal.I laid back and closed my eyes wondering just what type of exam I was about to receive. The thought of having the doctor view me in an aroused state actually was a huge turn-on for me. I could just imagine what being a “Cock” to a women yet unknown to me would be like. I had no idea, but I liked the thought.When the doctor came in she didn't even knock, I heard a commotion at the door and there she was. She looked down at me wearing medical binocular loupes with a small headlamp. She took them off long enough to greet me.“Ok, Mister Johnson, let's see what you've got. I know this will all be strange to you, but believe me, it's necessary to give you a proper exam.”She pulled up a stool and sat in front of me, she removed the water bag from my balls. They now hung low and were dangling free.She moved her glasses back over her eyes and focused on my hanging junk. She separated the boys and examined each one of them closely. She “weighed” each one in her hand and took notes. My erection was stiffening even more with her touch and the doctor noticed,“Don't worry, we'll get to him next.”Cock Meets TwatNurse Ann moved forward, small tape in her hand, and took several measurements of my ball sack as the doctor took notes.“So,” said the doctor, I see it's been five days since you ejaculated,“"Good, your balls seem full and we should get some good samples.”I found the use of the word “Samples” intriguing, maybe she used the plural sense by mistake!Her attention finally shifted to my throbbing member, she took it in her hand and the nurse used the tape measure to check the length, girth and circumference of my engorged head.She went to the cupboard and came back with a package that looked a lot like a straw. She removed the paper sheaf to expose a long thin beaded metal rod. She put it to her lips and added a generous supply of saliva.She handed it to the doctor who showed it to me,“Mister Johnson, this is a metal sounding rod, I will be using it to check your urethra, just relax, and you may find this pleasurable.”“Ah, sorry to interrupt you, but I'm puzzled as to why the nurse used her spit instead of lube?”“Simple,” She said, we can't use lube if we want to get sperm samples, it'll contaminate the sample. I know it's strange, but it works, some patients are even aroused by it, which helps with the extraction.She took a tight grip on my shaft and proceeded to thread the rod into my pee hole. She kept sliding it in, checking for resistance. She kept it going until only the very tip of it was left in her fingers. She slowly pulled it back out and then threaded it back in.I started arching my back as I started to feel a climax coming on.The doctor noticed, “Ann, get a sample beaker ready, I think he's ready for his first sample.”She spit on my cock and began stroking me in a circular up and down motion while moving the rod in and out.“So, are you a squitter or oozier?”Strangely I knew exactly what she was talking about, I tried catching my breath long enough to answer,“S-s-squitter, definitely a squitter.”Ann brought two sample beakers, one as a splatter shield and one to collect the sample.Doctor Phillips spit on my cock three more times and quickened her motion.“Oh God, here it comes,” I said with a grunt.I pushed my feet into the stirrups and began humping the doctor's hand. The doctor removed the sounding rod and the two women, each with a beaker, positioned themselves in front of me. Ann's beaker was held over my cock head at a slight angle, the other was upright and directly below it.I held my breath and gritted my teeth.As if on cue, my stream erupted, hitting the bottom of the first vessel, then slid down and dripped into the second.My manly pump thumped in a steady rhythm, each pulse sending a mixture of relief and pleasure to my brain.The doctor held my penis still, clamping the head between her thumb and forefinger. The surges slowly diminished and then stopped. Nurse Ann moved the lip of her glass beaker directly under the opening of my urethra as the doctor squeezed every drop of semen from my steadily deflating penis. I was breathless trying to regain my composure.Both beakers were moved to the counter where Ann drew up the globs of my ejaculate into a syringe. She showed the full vessel to the doctor.“Good Mister Johnson, now just relax for a couple of minutes then we'll need you to make yourself hard again. We need to get two more samples to measure the decrease of volume between your ejaculations."Here,” said Ann, “This is our call button, push it when you think you are ready again.”I laid back, wallowing in the mind blowing experience I just had. If this is what being a cock is all about, I'm in.It didn't take long before I was pushing the call button, a guy has a second sense when it comes to their manhood, and I knew I had another load in me that could be more than the first. My penis was hard and bobbing in anticipation.Without knocking the nurse entered the room, but she wasn't alone. Accompanying her was a young brunet that was introduced to me as Beth, not nurse Beth, just Beth.She was attractive in her own way, a few extra pounds, but still very attractive.“Beth will be assisting me with the next two extractions,” said Ann.The thing I noticed most about the new assistant was that she had a uniform all her own. Instead of the traditional medical attire, hers was a lot more reviling, it was like the uniform was designed solely for the purpose of sperm collection.It was a tight fitting button down white dress that barely covered her crotch. The very low cut braless top exposed her ample tits. She looked almost as aroused as I was, her erect nipples stuck straight out under the tight-fitting fabric.She took my erection in her hand and dripped three long strings of saliva over my purple head. Her tits hung in my face as she worked my rod in her soft petite hands.I was panting and breathless as I reached another powerful orgasm. All I could do was wave my left hand in the air and the women understood my signal. As before the two beakers were placed in front of my pulsating cock as it spew my seed in another powerful orgasm.“Oh,” said Beth, “I didn't believe you at first, but you are right, he sure has a live one doesn't he!”Ann took the beakers as before and sucked my ejaculate up into a syringe. She showed it to Beth who was noticeably impressed.As I watched Beth examine my sperm sample she leaned over just far enough to put her scantily clad ass in the air and in my full view. My cock sprang back into life again.“Ah Ladies,” I said somewhat embarrassed, “No need to come back, I think he's ready again!”And indeed he was. More of Beth's saliva, more views of Beth's tits and I was soon shooting into the beakers again.I hardly remember driving back home that day, but I do remember beating off in the shower for a half hour when I got home. It was then I realized that my cock now controlled my life and no matter what “Vagina” had in mind for me, I was ready….Again, the waiting game ensued, this time nearly three weeks had passed until I heard from her again. It was an email with a very short message;“Cock, I have two more tests for you, be at this address in a half hour!”This time it was seductively signed,“Waiting Vagina.”“Only a half hour???”That didn't leave me much time, the first thing I needed to know was how far it was, could I even make it if I hit heavy traffic, I wouldn't know until I punched the address into the GPS in my car.I took a double-take when I finally focused on the address, it was in the same building as the fertility clinic, but the Suite Number was 1125.“That's right across the hall.”I started my car engine and headed off, I should have just enough time to make it, and it helped that I knew exactly where I was going this time. I pulled into the parking ramp with only five minutes to spare.As I rushed to the elevator, I glanced at the wall plaque, Suite 1125 was the Law Office of Angie Harrison and Associates. If Vagina wants me to visit an Attorney, things must be getting serious. Could it be that I'm the finalist? Hopefully I'd soon know.I rode the elevator up to the eleventh floor and immediately found Suite 1125.I was a little out of breath when I walked through the glass panel door.A kind looking young lady with a warm smile greeted me at her desk,“You must be TC Johnson, have a seat and Angie will be with you shortly.”I had barely sat down before the receptionist had me follow her down the hall and into a large office with black leather clad walnut furniture. The walls were decorated with numerous framed diplomas and citations.A thirty something lady was seated behind the desk. She had long jet black hair and was wearing a blue business suit with the top adored with large brass buttons. Her thin silk blouse gave a sexy touch to her ensemble. She wore sophisticated dark rim glasses that gave her the appearance of the highly intelligent person depicted on her wall.“Welcome Mister Siebers, "I'm Angie Harrison, have a seat and we'll get started!”“Wait, what did you just call me,” I asked, somewhat startled.“Timothy Siebers, isn't that your name?”“Well yes, but how do you know that?”“Easy, we ran your license plate when you went to the fertility clinic, but that's not important right now.”Her receptionist took a piece of paper from her and handed it to me with a pen.“First, we need you to sign a confidentiality agreement so anything I tell you will never leave this room.”I read over the straightforward agreement and signed it with little hesitation, I couldn't wait to hear why someone would go to such great length to find a cock.Angie had her receptionist sign it as a witness then it was stamped with a notary seal.The receptionist left and I heard a clicking sound as she locked the door behind her.Angie stood up and offered her hand, I reached out and shook it.“Cock, I'm Vagina, now we can talk!”My mind went wild daydreaming about being a cock to this sophisticated, highly intelligent women. I immediately started checking over what I could see of her body, trying not to be obvious.“Can I call you Tim?”“Of course.”“You can call me Ang.”Angie turned her attention to her laptop,“Looking over your results from the fertility clinic, I see you are off the charts. Your sperm count is high, you ejaculate like a horse, and you seem to have no issues getting a solid erection.”“They didn't detect any STD's or any signs of any ED medications either.”“Tim, I will give you the basics then I'll answer any questions you may have,” she said with a smile as I looked into her bright blue eyes becoming somewhat infatuated with her.“Simply put, I need a cock to give everyone the appearance of being married."Appearance,” I asked.“As you can tell from my citations, I am very focused on my law career and I also plan to run for Congress next year.”“The thing is I don't want people prying into my sex life as they would if they thought I was single. I work very long hours and my ambitions aren't going to change. With a cock at my beck and call I can fulfill my sexual desires and if it's my husband, nobody would think anything of it.If I select you, I'll need you to quit your job, move in with me, and become my house husband. I want children, so you'd be like a normal stay at home dad to them. You will need to sign a standard pre-nuptial agreement and be given a healthy monthly allowance and your own car.I gave her an understanding look as it all seemed to make sense, her intentions were clear."Do you have any questions, Tim?"Yes, your note said two more tests today, can I ask what they are?”“The first test you already passed, you dropped everything to get here in a half hour, which shows dedication to the idea of being a cock. I'll need you to drop everything you are doing and come fuck me anytime I'm in the mood.”“What's the second?”“Get naked and come around my desk and fuck me!”“Please?”“You heard me, part of being my cock is to be ready at my every whim. So, get naked and come around the desk and fuck me. I need to evaluate your performance before I make my final decision.”“I only have a half hour before I have to be in court so get busy!”She wiggled off her panties and put them on her desk.I hastily removed my clothes and crawled around her desk. She pulled up her dress and revealed her well groomed pussy. Her pink lips looked full, fertile, and inviting. Her clit was swollen and ready.She slid slightly back in her chair and pointed to her crotch and said,“Cock, meet Vagina, she's wet and waiting for you.”I gave my penis a few short pumps and it sprang to full erection.I slid my manhood deep inside her as my animal instincts took over me. I moved up and down thrusting deeper and deeper into her. She grunted along with my rhythm. She un-buttoned her dress and squirmed to get out of it while I continued humping her without missing a beat. I shot my seed deep into her with countless orgasmic pulses of mutual climax with a person I just met three minutes ago. We definitely had an attraction to each other, totally physical as it were, but a connection none the less.I dismounted her and she took several sheets of Kleenex to wipe my heavy load of semen from her dripping pussy.I was about to apologize for making such a mess when she stopped me,“Don't worry, everything in my office has been scotch guarded. This is where we'll have most of our sex. We'll also likely make good use of the ladies room at the courthouse. I can never tell when the urges will hit me.She folded her dress and placed it on her desk next to her panties. She stood before me wearing nothing but her sheer blouse. She took my hand and led me to a couch and had me lie down. She jumped up on me and impaled herself on my waiting rod. She rode me hard, stopping only to check her watch.I lost count of how many orgasms we each had but it was many.She looked at her watch again then hesitantly dismounted me. She wiped her sperm drenched vagina and got dressed."Congrats Tim, you've made the final cut.”“I'll have one of my associates write up the Pre-nup and I'll get our marriage license application while I'm at court.”“Get hard and stay that way until I get back!”by subleroy for Literotica.

Man answers ad in fetish dating site.by subleroy. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy stories.Cock, Available for Marriage – Chapter OneCruising the web one night I stumbled across a dating site for people wishing to explore fetish and alternative lifestyles. I was reluctant to join because it's hard to know just how secure these sites are, I'd heard a lot of horror stories.The one thing I liked was that they were very strict about mature age requirements. A birth certificate and photo ID were required but kept confidential. I also had to file an affidavit that I was indeed who I said I was and that I was over the age of twenty one.All females received free memberships, but as a male, I'd have to pay a monthly fee through direct withdrawal out of my checking account. Once I had jumped through all the hoops I had to verify my membership through an email account.I figured I had nothing to lose, so I joined.After spending several hours checking out postings, one in particular caught my eye;“Cock wanted for potential marriage!”There was no picture and the profile was very simple.“Single women looking for a cock with no romance. The cock must be available for marriage.”The response instructions were very simple, interested cocks were to send pictures of themselves only, no other body shots. The bottom of the profile contained a secure link for responses.I was intrigued; yes I was single and available for marriage and I too wasn't looking for romance, I just wanted sex. Most guys would turn and run over the marriage part, but not me, there was something very erotic about being in a solely physical relationship. Romance seemed over rated anyway.I read the short profile over and over, what if, I thought, this person were actually a gay male or some other sort of a set-up? Against my better judgment, I decided to go ahead and respond, but be very careful and think my actions through.I liked the idea that there was a women out there so straightforward that she stated she just wanted a cock, no romance, and none of that relationship bullshit. Her honesty was very refreshing and I found it quite a turn-on.Getting a hard-on for the picture wasn't all that difficult, I started some porn on my computer and watched it while adjusting my presentation. My penis is a full seven inches, not too overly large, but I knew how to use it, or should I say, it knew how to use me.Being an amateur photographer, I focused on lighting and appearance. I shot my penis from many different angles against a white background.I edited my profile with no picture and to say simply, “Cock available, no romance required.”I fired off the three best pictures with a short message,“Cock needing a vagina!”Then I waited….After a long two weeks, I finally heard from her,“Cock, I received your reply including the pictures of you. I need to verify your size and performance. At the bottom of this email you'll find an address for a doctor's appointment that I have set up for you. Your check-in name is TC Johnson.”It was signed, “Vagina.”It also had a P.S.,“Your sperm count and semen volume will be measured, so I suggest you don't spew your ejaculate between now and the time of your verification!”The appointment was scheduled for the next Friday afternoon, which was five days away.As I was reading the note, I became so aroused that I naturally started beating myself off. I had to stop myself before I came, I needed to store up my seed for the evaluation. It was going to be a long five days.On the day of the appointment I awoke early and spent some extra time getting ready. I took a long hot shower and shaved away all the hair on my genitals. Then I critiqued myself in front of the mirror and removed any stubborn hair that remained. If I was going to be a cock, I wanted “Him” to look the part.I decided not to wear a suit, I thought dress slacks and a button-down shirt would be more appropriate.I punched in the address I was given and my GPS led me to a high-rise office building in the middle of town. I parked in the ramp and entered the main lobby.The note directed me to Suite 1124. I scanned the listing behind the glass panel on the wall. The name next to the listing for that suite was “Dr. Laurie Phillips, Reproduction Services.”I entered the elevator and pushed the button for the eleventh floor. A short ride up ensued that culminated when the door opened to a long hallway. Everything up to that point seemed normal but still red flags were going off in my head. Did I really know what I was about to get myself into, I was reaching the point of no return. I could turn and walk away and forget the whole thing, or I could continue down the hall to what my mind was telling me was my destiny.My sexual hormones were shooting through my brain preventing me from turning back. My mindset shifted from being an average man to that of a walking penis longing for sexual release.I located Suite 1124, opened the door and walked in. It was just a normal looking waiting room. I went up to the receptionist and gave her the name I was given, TC Johnson.She just smiled, apparently knowing that it couldn't be my real name.“Ok, Mister Johnson, you're all checked in, have a seat and fill out this form on your medical history. The Doctor will be out shortly to get you.To my relief, the waiting room was empty. I took a seat and filled out the form, it was all the standard questions at first, then the last section was very personal, it had questions like;“How many times a week do I masturbate?” “What is the normal amount of my ejaculate?” “Have I ever impregnated a women?” And of course, “when did I last masturbate and what was the outcome?”I answered the questions honestly, pleased that no one was there to look over my shoulder and see my answers.I am a normal guy who jacks off regularly, a couple times a day on average, I usually pop a healthy load. No I haven't impregnated someone, and my final answer was five days ago and I creamed my sheets. Of course I cleaned up my answers a little, after all, this was a medical form.Once the sheets were filled out, I occupied myself by checking for messages on my phone.The minutes slowly clicked by, I kept looking up at the front door, praying that nobody else would walk in and see my answers on the forms. I was shaking with a combination of arousal and fear of the unknown. I didn't want anyone to see me.A commotion in the room caught my eye and I looked up to see a women standing over me,“Mister Johnson?”“Yes.”“I'm Doctor Phillips.”I looked up and saw a normal looking women in a medical uniform, she was tall and thin with short blonde hair. I rose to my feet and she reached out, shook my hand, and took the forms from me.“Come on back and we'll get started.”She led me down a short hallway to her office.“Have a seat while I look over my notes, by the way, congratulations on your pending nuptials!”“Oh, thank you,” I said as I nodded in acceptance of her well wishes, the reality of the situation sinking in. I started to wonder if I had made the final cut, why else would the doctor think I had pending nuptials.“I see here your fiancée has requested that we check your sperm count, volume, and sexual performance today.”“As you will find out, we have some unconventional techniques for testing here, some may even embarrass you. Please keep an open mind and remember, we are medical professionals and we do this kind of thing every day. All I need is your signature that you consent to the testing today.”She pushed a paper over to me and I looked it over, all seemed normal. I reminded myself of my name that day and scribbled the signature, TC Johnson on the paper.Just then a young nurse joined us, she had a sweet smile and her mannerisms put me at ease.“Mister Johnson, this is Ann, my nurse, she will be assisting me today. She'll take you back and we'll get started.”I followed Ann to a small room next to Doctor Phillips office.All seemed normal at first, she took my height and weight and had me sit so she could get my pulse and blood pressure.“Your blood pressure and pulse are a little high, but that's normal for men when they first get here, we'll check it again later.”A medical assistant came in and took samples of my blood, filling three vials. She asked me if I was taking any ED medications or receiving any treatment for an STD.Both my answers were in the negative.The assistant filled out a form and labeled the samples, then she nodded to me and left without saying a word.“Follow me, Nurse Ann said,” we need to get a urine sample and check your control.“At this point things started getting a little weird. I followed her and she led me to a sterile looking room. I didn't see a toilet, or even a door to another room.She sat on a stool and moved a rolling tray close to her with a series of test tubes on it.“I need you to fill these tubes one by one, stopping for a minute between each, I'm required to watch you do it so you don't cheat.”“Cheat? Just how am I going to cheat?”“Some guys try to fill the tubes without waiting the full minute in between. This procedure is not only to get a sample, I will also be checking your bladder control.”“Give me your penis and we'll get started!”“Holy Crap,” I thought, being surprised by her blunt request. I started fumbling with my zipper, finding this simple task very difficult to do with an unfamiliar female staring at my crotch.“This is no time to be shy Mister Johnson, here, let me help!”She grasped the little tab on my fly and pulled me forward to her. She gingerly un-zipped my pants and reached in past my under wear. She took my semi-limp cock in her hand and put one of the test tubes over the end of my urethra.She pointed to a red line on the tube,“Fill to this point and stop!”I tried to focus on the line and released my urine stream, it didn't take long before she ordered me to stop and she started a timer.I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back my flow. I was surprised at just how difficult it was to stop a stream once it had started.I did my best to hold back until the timer finally went off, but it wasn't easy. The nurse took another tube and caught a few dribbles of urine off the tip of my penis, then she had me start again. She repeated the process until I had filled six of the tubes. Then she handed me a flask so I could finish.She started to label the samples and I put my penis back in my pants, I reached for my zipper but the nurse stopped me,“No need for that, you won't be in those pants much longer anyway.”So I stopped and just stood there watching her as my penis found the freedom of my open fly as an invitation to show itself.The nurse looked at me and then my crotch,“Good, we'll need that to get hard, that's our next step!”She had me follow her down the hall to an exam room that at first looked pretty normal except for the chair in the middle of the room. It looked like a recliner but with stirrups.She pointed to an open locker on the wall,“It's time you removed all your clothes so the doctor can examine you, put them in this locker and have a seat.I removed my clothes and got in the chair as instructed.She took my legs and put them in the stir-ups and reached down and cupped my balls which we tight against my crotch.“This won't work,” She said, the doctor won't be able to examine you that way!“She walked over to a cupboard and took out a small white terrycloth towel. She turned on a sink and let the water flow, testing it periodically with her fingers. When she felt that the temperature was correct she saturated the cloth and put it in a plastic bag. She burped out the air and sealed it."You're going to feel some warmth and a little discomfort,” With that she put the bag over my balls and had me hold it in place.“The doctor can't examine you with your scrotum up tight against your body like that, please keep this in place and get yourself hard, the doctor will be in shortly!”I could feel the warmth of the water cause my testacies to drop while I began stroking myself to arousal.I laid back and closed my eyes wondering just what type of exam I was about to receive. The thought of having the doctor view me in an aroused state actually was a huge turn-on for me. I could just imagine what being a “Cock” to a women yet unknown to me would be like. I had no idea, but I liked the thought.When the doctor came in she didn't even knock, I heard a commotion at the door and there she was. She looked down at me wearing medical binocular loupes with a small headlamp. She took them off long enough to greet me.“Ok, Mister Johnson, let's see what you've got. I know this will all be strange to you, but believe me, it's necessary to give you a proper exam.”She pulled up a stool and sat in front of me, she removed the water bag from my balls. They now hung low and were dangling free.She moved her glasses back over her eyes and focused on my hanging junk. She separated the boys and examined each one of them closely. She “weighed” each one in her hand and took notes. My erection was stiffening even more with her touch and the doctor noticed,“Don't worry, we'll get to him next.”Cock Meets TwatNurse Ann moved forward, small tape in her hand, and took several measurements of my ball sack as the doctor took notes.“So,” said the doctor, I see it's been five days since you ejaculated,“"Good, your balls seem full and we should get some good samples.”I found the use of the word “Samples” intriguing, maybe she used the plural sense by mistake!Her attention finally shifted to my throbbing member, she took it in her hand and the nurse used the tape measure to check the length, girth and circumference of my engorged head.She went to the cupboard and came back with a package that looked a lot like a straw. She removed the paper sheaf to expose a long thin beaded metal rod. She put it to her lips and added a generous supply of saliva.She handed it to the doctor who showed it to me,“Mister Johnson, this is a metal sounding rod, I will be using it to check your urethra, just relax, and you may find this pleasurable.”“Ah, sorry to interrupt you, but I'm puzzled as to why the nurse used her spit instead of lube?”“Simple,” She said, we can't use lube if we want to get sperm samples, it'll contaminate the sample. I know it's strange, but it works, some patients are even aroused by it, which helps with the extraction.She took a tight grip on my shaft and proceeded to thread the rod into my pee hole. She kept sliding it in, checking for resistance. She kept it going until only the very tip of it was left in her fingers. She slowly pulled it back out and then threaded it back in.I started arching my back as I started to feel a climax coming on.The doctor noticed, “Ann, get a sample beaker ready, I think he's ready for his first sample.”She spit on my cock and began stroking me in a circular up and down motion while moving the rod in and out.“So, are you a squitter or oozier?”Strangely I knew exactly what she was talking about, I tried catching my breath long enough to answer,“S-s-squitter, definitely a squitter.”Ann brought two sample beakers, one as a splatter shield and one to collect the sample.Doctor Phillips spit on my cock three more times and quickened her motion.“Oh God, here it comes,” I said with a grunt.I pushed my feet into the stirrups and began humping the doctor's hand. The doctor removed the sounding rod and the two women, each with a beaker, positioned themselves in front of me. Ann's beaker was held over my cock head at a slight angle, the other was upright and directly below it.I held my breath and gritted my teeth.As if on cue, my stream erupted, hitting the bottom of the first vessel, then slid down and dripped into the second.My manly pump thumped in a steady rhythm, each pulse sending a mixture of relief and pleasure to my brain.The doctor held my penis still, clamping the head between her thumb and forefinger. The surges slowly diminished and then stopped. Nurse Ann moved the lip of her glass beaker directly under the opening of my urethra as the doctor squeezed every drop of semen from my steadily deflating penis. I was breathless trying to regain my composure.Both beakers were moved to the counter where Ann drew up the globs of my ejaculate into a syringe. She showed the full vessel to the doctor.“Good Mister Johnson, now just relax for a couple of minutes then we'll need you to make yourself hard again. We need to get two more samples to measure the decrease of volume between your ejaculations."Here,” said Ann, “This is our call button, push it when you think you are ready again.”I laid back, wallowing in the mind blowing experience I just had. If this is what being a cock is all about, I'm in.It didn't take long before I was pushing the call button, a guy has a second sense when it comes to their manhood, and I knew I had another load in me that could be more than the first. My penis was hard and bobbing in anticipation.Without knocking the nurse entered the room, but she wasn't alone. Accompanying her was a young brunet that was introduced to me as Beth, not nurse Beth, just Beth.She was attractive in her own way, a few extra pounds, but still very attractive.“Beth will be assisting me with the next two extractions,” said Ann.The thing I noticed most about the new assistant was that she had a uniform all her own. Instead of the traditional medical attire, hers was a lot more reviling, it was like the uniform was designed solely for the purpose of sperm collection.It was a tight fitting button down white dress that barely covered her crotch. The very low cut braless top exposed her ample tits. She looked almost as aroused as I was, her erect nipples stuck straight out under the tight-fitting fabric.She took my erection in her hand and dripped three long strings of saliva over my purple head. Her tits hung in my face as she worked my rod in her soft petite hands.I was panting and breathless as I reached another powerful orgasm. All I could do was wave my left hand in the air and the women understood my signal. As before the two beakers were placed in front of my pulsating cock as it spew my seed in another powerful orgasm.“Oh,” said Beth, “I didn't believe you at first, but you are right, he sure has a live one doesn't he!”Ann took the beakers as before and sucked my ejaculate up into a syringe. She showed it to Beth who was noticeably impressed.As I watched Beth examine my sperm sample she leaned over just far enough to put her scantily clad ass in the air and in my full view. My cock sprang back into life again.“Ah Ladies,” I said somewhat embarrassed, “No need to come back, I think he's ready again!”And indeed he was. More of Beth's saliva, more views of Beth's tits and I was soon shooting into the beakers again.I hardly remember driving back home that day, but I do remember beating off in the shower for a half hour when I got home. It was then I realized that my cock now controlled my life and no matter what “Vagina” had in mind for me, I was ready….Again, the waiting game ensued, this time nearly three weeks had passed until I heard from her again. It was an email with a very short message;“Cock, I have two more tests for you, be at this address in a half hour!”This time it was seductively signed,“Waiting Vagina.”“Only a half hour???”That didn't leave me much time, the first thing I needed to know was how far it was, could I even make it if I hit heavy traffic, I wouldn't know until I punched the address into the GPS in my car.I took a double-take when I finally focused on the address, it was in the same building as the fertility clinic, but the Suite Number was 1125.“That's right across the hall.”I started my car engine and headed off, I should have just enough time to make it, and it helped that I knew exactly where I was going this time. I pulled into the parking ramp with only five minutes to spare.As I rushed to the elevator, I glanced at the wall plaque, Suite 1125 was the Law Office of Angie Harrison and Associates. If Vagina wants me to visit an Attorney, things must be getting serious. Could it be that I'm the finalist? Hopefully I'd soon know.I rode the elevator up to the eleventh floor and immediately found Suite 1125.I was a little out of breath when I walked through the glass panel door.A kind looking young lady with a warm smile greeted me at her desk,“You must be TC Johnson, have a seat and Angie will be with you shortly.”I had barely sat down before the receptionist had me follow her down the hall and into a large office with black leather clad walnut furniture. The walls were decorated with numerous framed diplomas and citations.A thirty something lady was seated behind the desk. She had long jet black hair and was wearing a blue business suit with the top adored with large brass buttons. Her thin silk blouse gave a sexy touch to her ensemble. She wore sophisticated dark rim glasses that gave her the appearance of the highly intelligent person depicted on her wall.“Welcome Mister Siebers, "I'm Angie Harrison, have a seat and we'll get started!”“Wait, what did you just call me,” I asked, somewhat startled.“Timothy Siebers, isn't that your name?”“Well yes, but how do you know that?”“Easy, we ran your license plate when you went to the fertility clinic, but that's not important right now.”Her receptionist took a piece of paper from her and handed it to me with a pen.“First, we need you to sign a confidentiality agreement so anything I tell you will never leave this room.”I read over the straightforward agreement and signed it with little hesitation, I couldn't wait to hear why someone would go to such great length to find a cock.Angie had her receptionist sign it as a witness then it was stamped with a notary seal.The receptionist left and I heard a clicking sound as she locked the door behind her.Angie stood up and offered her hand, I reached out and shook it.“Cock, I'm Vagina, now we can talk!”My mind went wild daydreaming about being a cock to this sophisticated, highly intelligent women. I immediately started checking over what I could see of her body, trying not to be obvious.“Can I call you Tim?”“Of course.”“You can call me Ang.”Angie turned her attention to her laptop,“Looking over your results from the fertility clinic, I see you are off the charts. Your sperm count is high, you ejaculate like a horse, and you seem to have no issues getting a solid erection.”“They didn't detect any STD's or any signs of any ED medications either.”“Tim, I will give you the basics then I'll answer any questions you may have,” she said with a smile as I looked into her bright blue eyes becoming somewhat infatuated with her.“Simply put, I need a cock to give everyone the appearance of being married."Appearance,” I asked.“As you can tell from my citations, I am very focused on my law career and I also plan to run for Congress next year.”“The thing is I don't want people prying into my sex life as they would if they thought I was single. I work very long hours and my ambitions aren't going to change. With a cock at my beck and call I can fulfill my sexual desires and if it's my husband, nobody would think anything of it.If I select you, I'll need you to quit your job, move in with me, and become my house husband. I want children, so you'd be like a normal stay at home dad to them. You will need to sign a standard pre-nuptial agreement and be given a healthy monthly allowance and your own car.I gave her an understanding look as it all seemed to make sense, her intentions were clear."Do you have any questions, Tim?"Yes, your note said two more tests today, can I ask what they are?”“The first test you already passed, you dropped everything to get here in a half hour, which shows dedication to the idea of being a cock. I'll need you to drop everything you are doing and come fuck me anytime I'm in the mood.”“What's the second?”“Get naked and come around my desk and fuck me!”“Please?”“You heard me, part of being my cock is to be ready at my every whim. So, get naked and come around the desk and fuck me. I need to evaluate your performance before I make my final decision.”“I only have a half hour before I have to be in court so get busy!”She wiggled off her panties and put them on her desk.I hastily removed my clothes and crawled around her desk. She pulled up her dress and revealed her well groomed pussy. Her pink lips looked full, fertile, and inviting. Her clit was swollen and ready.She slid slightly back in her chair and pointed to her crotch and said,“Cock, meet Vagina, she's wet and waiting for you.”I gave my penis a few short pumps and it sprang to full erection.I slid my manhood deep inside her as my animal instincts took over me. I moved up and down thrusting deeper and deeper into her. She grunted along with my rhythm. She un-buttoned her dress and squirmed to get out of it while I continued humping her without missing a beat. I shot my seed deep into her with countless orgasmic pulses of mutual climax with a person I just met three minutes ago. We definitely had an attraction to each other, totally physical as it were, but a connection none the less.I dismounted her and she took several sheets of Kleenex to wipe my heavy load of semen from her dripping pussy.I was about to apologize for making such a mess when she stopped me,“Don't worry, everything in my office has been scotch guarded. This is where we'll have most of our sex. We'll also likely make good use of the ladies room at the courthouse. I can never tell when the urges will hit me.She folded her dress and placed it on her desk next to her panties. She stood before me wearing nothing but her sheer blouse. She took my hand and led me to a couch and had me lie down. She jumped up on me and impaled herself on my waiting rod. She rode me hard, stopping only to check her watch.I lost count of how many orgasms we each had but it was many.She looked at her watch again then hesitantly dismounted me. She wiped her sperm drenched vagina and got dressed."Congrats Tim, you've made the final cut.”“I'll have one of my associates write up the Pre-nup and I'll get our marriage license application while I'm at court.”“Get hard and stay that way until I get back!”by subleroy for Literotica.

Loyola University in New Orleans is working on educating its students – and its community– about the importance of media literacy. This includes knowing how to discern fact from fiction, news from opinion and how to identify fake news.  Laurie Phillips, associate dean of Information Resources & Systems at the Monroe Library Loyola University, who teaches a course, “Facts and Misinformation.” She gives us the details. Earlier this month, public safety leaders in Baton Rouge unveiled part of a new initiative to place surveillance cameras in high-crime areas. It's part of the SafeBR coalition– a broader effort to tackle crime in the capital city. Adam Knapp, President and CEO of the Baton Rouge Area Chamber (BRAC), tells us more . Also, Mississippi was one of the last states in the nation to adopt net metering rules, which make it easier for homeowners to invest in renewable energy. The state recently updated its rulebook with incentives for low and moderate-income residents. But as Danny McArthur of the Gulf States Newsroom reports, environmental justice advocates are still pushing for more. Today's episode of Louisiana Considered was hosted by Adam Vos. Our managing producer is Alana Schreiber and our digital editor is Katelyn Umholtz. Our engineers are Garrett Pittman and Aubry Procell.  You can listen to Louisiana Considered Monday through Friday at 12:00 and 7:30 pm. It's available on Spotify, Google Play, and wherever you get your podcasts.  Louisiana Considered wants to hear from you! Please fill out our pitch line to let us know what kinds of story ideas you have for our show. And while you're at it, fill out our listener survey! We want to keep bringing you the kinds of conversations you'd like to listen to. Louisiana Considered is made possible with support from our listeners. Thank you!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Land Academy Member Laurie Phillips Interviews Jack and Jill (LA 1785) Transcript: Steven Jack Butala: Steven and Jill here. Jill K DeWit: Hello. Steven Jack Butala: Welcome to the Land Academy Show entertaining land, investment talk. I'm Stephen Jack Butala. Jill K DeWit: I'm Jill DeWit broadcasting from the Valley of the Sun. Steven Jack Butala: Today once again, Laurie Phillips joins us in a reverse role. She's actually going to interview Jill and I, and hopefully ask some questions or discuss some topics that Jill and I have forgotten to cover because we're so neck deep into this whole business. Jill K DeWit: This is Laurie's show today. This is what this is. Laurie gets to lead this show and ask whatever she wants. I'm so excited. Steven Jack Butala: Me too. Hi Laurie. Laurie: Great. Well, thank you for inviting me to be back on. I know we spend a lot of time together on our Thursday calls and in career path and the advanced member calls, but I've really never had the opportunity to sit down and just kind of grill you on some of these things and get your opinion. I'm sure you'll have one. So to get started, I have been a business consultant for most of my life and very, very early on I was taught that when you interview people, you start out with a really easy question to kind of warm them up. So here's my question for you to get started. Have you ever lived on railroad tracks? Steven Jack Butala: Yes. Jill K DeWit: No. Steven Jack Butala: Do you want some details on that? Laurie: Well, I do want details and then I'll tell you why I'm asking. Steven Jack Butala: It's a great question. Jill K DeWit: I'm a little nervous right now. I just got to say, I realized, whoa, it's different being on the other side. Laurie: Yeah, Jill's going to learn something. Go ahead, Steve. Steven Jack Butala: The freight rail went straight through the middle of Michigan State's Campus where I graduated and I had a dorm for... It was less than a year because I couldn't take it because of this exact topic. So I lived... it was right out of a movie, right on the tracks. In fact, one of our extracurricular activities, as you can imagine, was to have a bunch of beers and then go out and stand as close to the train flying by as you possibly can. And if you've never done that, you need to do that in your life. Jill K DeWit: Nice. Laurie: Okay. Jill K DeWit: Oh, my gosh. I've never lived next to railroad tracks, but I had my own version. In Tustin, I lived right next to the five, literally, our backyard, a wall, freeway. So I did a version of that and because it's Southern California, it never stopped. So you just got used to that hum of the cars. Steven Jack Butala: To this day, I can't stand to be anywhere near an interstate. Jill K DeWit: I know. Exactly. Steven Jack Butala: Probably because of the train scathing. Jill K DeWit: That's all we could afford. That was with my roommate and I, when we first moved out, that's what we could afford. Steven Jack Butala: Can we ask you the same thing? The same question? Jill K DeWit: No. It's Laurie's show. Steven Jack Butala: Oh, we can't? Okay. Laurie: Actually, I'll answer it and I'll tell you why. When I was in college, starving student, my friend and I rented a place that was right on the tracks, literally 50 feet from the tracks and the train came through late at night, probably two or three in the morning. And the first week it was like someone hit you with a defib because you just went, ah, when train came by. And after a week you didn't even notice it, didn't even hear it. But when visitors would come and stay with us, they had that experience and it was always kind of funny. But the reason I'm asking is we will frequently look at property that's on a train track on our Thursday calls. And I wondered what your thoughts were about whether that really has much effect whether the property's going to sell at a good price. Jill K DeWit: It weighs in a little bit,

Land Academy Member Laurie Phillips Interviews Jack and Jill (LA 1785) Transcript: Steven Jack Butala: Steven and Jill here. Jill K DeWit: Hello. Steven Jack Butala: Welcome to the Land Academy Show entertaining land, investment talk. I'm Stephen Jack Butala. Jill K DeWit: I'm Jill DeWit broadcasting from the Valley of the Sun. Steven Jack Butala: Today once again, Laurie Phillips joins us in a reverse role. She's actually going to interview Jill and I, and hopefully ask some questions or discuss some topics that Jill and I have forgotten to cover because we're so neck deep into this whole business. Jill K DeWit: This is Laurie's show today. This is what this is. Laurie gets to lead this show and ask whatever she wants. I'm so excited. Steven Jack Butala: Me too. Hi Laurie. Laurie: Great. Well, thank you for inviting me to be back on. I know we spend a lot of time together on our Thursday calls and in career path and the advanced member calls, but I've really never had the opportunity to sit down and just kind of grill you on some of these things and get your opinion. I'm sure you'll have one. So to get started, I have been a business consultant for most of my life and very, very early on I was taught that when you interview people, you start out with a really easy question to kind of warm them up. So here's my question for you to get started. Have you ever lived on railroad tracks? Steven Jack Butala: Yes. Jill K DeWit: No. Steven Jack Butala: Do you want some details on that? Laurie: Well, I do want details and then I'll tell you why I'm asking. Steven Jack Butala: It's a great question. Jill K DeWit: I'm a little nervous right now. I just got to say, I realized, whoa, it's different being on the other side. Laurie: Yeah, Jill's going to learn something. Go ahead, Steve. Steven Jack Butala: The freight rail went straight through the middle of Michigan State's Campus where I graduated and I had a dorm for... It was less than a year because I couldn't take it because of this exact topic. So I lived... it was right out of a movie, right on the tracks. In fact, one of our extracurricular activities, as you can imagine, was to have a bunch of beers and then go out and stand as close to the train flying by as you possibly can. And if you've never done that, you need to do that in your life. Jill K DeWit: Nice. Laurie: Okay. Jill K DeWit: Oh, my gosh. I've never lived next to railroad tracks, but I had my own version. In Tustin, I lived right next to the five, literally, our backyard, a wall, freeway. So I did a version of that and because it's Southern California, it never stopped. So you just got used to that hum of the cars. Steven Jack Butala: To this day, I can't stand to be anywhere near an interstate. Jill K DeWit: I know. Exactly. Steven Jack Butala: Probably because of the train scathing. Jill K DeWit: That's all we could afford. That was with my roommate and I, when we first moved out, that's what we could afford. Steven Jack Butala: Can we ask you the same thing? The same question? Jill K DeWit: No. It's Laurie's show. Steven Jack Butala: Oh, we can't? Okay. Laurie: Actually, I'll answer it and I'll tell you why. When I was in college, starving student, my friend and I rented a place that was right on the tracks, literally 50 feet from the tracks and the train came through late at night, probably two or three in the morning. And the first week it was like someone hit you with a defib because you just went, ah, when train came by. And after a week you didn't even notice it, didn't even hear it. But when visitors would come and stay with us, they had that experience and it was always kind of funny. But the reason I'm asking is we will frequently look at property that's on a train track on our Thursday calls. And I wondered what your thoughts were about whether that really has much effect whether the property's going to sell at a good price. Jill K DeWit: It weighs in a little bit,

Land Academy Member Laurie Phillips Interviews Jack and Jill (LA 1785) Transcript: Steven Jack Butala: Steven and Jill here. Jill K DeWit: Hello. Steven Jack Butala: Welcome to the Land Academy Show entertaining land, investment talk. I'm Stephen Jack Butala. Jill K DeWit: I'm Jill DeWit broadcasting from the Valley of the Sun. Steven Jack Butala: Today once again, Laurie Phillips joins us in a reverse role. She's actually going to interview Jill and I, and hopefully ask some questions or discuss some topics that Jill and I have forgotten to cover because we're so neck deep into this whole business. Jill K DeWit: This is Laurie's show today. This is what this is. Laurie gets to lead this show and ask whatever she wants. I'm so excited. Steven Jack Butala: Me too. Hi Laurie. Laurie: Great. Well, thank you for inviting me to be back on. I know we spend a lot of time together on our Thursday calls and in career path and the advanced member calls, but I've really never had the opportunity to sit down and just kind of grill you on some of these things and get your opinion. I'm sure you'll have one. So to get started, I have been a business consultant for most of my life and very, very early on I was taught that when you interview people, you start out with a really easy question to kind of warm them up. So here's my question for you to get started. Have you ever lived on railroad tracks? Steven Jack Butala: Yes. Jill K DeWit: No. Steven Jack Butala: Do you want some details on that? Laurie: Well, I do want details and then I'll tell you why I'm asking. Steven Jack Butala: It's a great question. Jill K DeWit: I'm a little nervous right now. I just got to say, I realized, whoa, it's different being on the other side. Laurie: Yeah, Jill's going to learn something. Go ahead, Steve. Steven Jack Butala: The freight rail went straight through the middle of Michigan State's Campus where I graduated and I had a dorm for... It was less than a year because I couldn't take it because of this exact topic. So I lived... it was right out of a movie, right on the tracks. In fact, one of our extracurricular activities, as you can imagine, was to have a bunch of beers and then go out and stand as close to the train flying by as you possibly can. And if you've never done that, you need to do that in your life. Jill K DeWit: Nice. Laurie: Okay. Jill K DeWit: Oh, my gosh. I've never lived next to railroad tracks, but I had my own version. In Tustin, I lived right next to the five, literally, our backyard, a wall, freeway. So I did a version of that and because it's Southern California, it never stopped. So you just got used to that hum of the cars. Steven Jack Butala: To this day, I can't stand to be anywhere near an interstate. Jill K DeWit: I know. Exactly. Steven Jack Butala: Probably because of the train scathing. Jill K DeWit: That's all we could afford. That was with my roommate and I, when we first moved out, that's what we could afford. Steven Jack Butala: Can we ask you the same thing? The same question? Jill K DeWit: No. It's Laurie's show. Steven Jack Butala: Oh, we can't? Okay. Laurie: Actually, I'll answer it and I'll tell you why. When I was in college, starving student, my friend and I rented a place that was right on the tracks, literally 50 feet from the tracks and the train came through late at night, probably two or three in the morning. And the first week it was like someone hit you with a defib because you just went, ah, when train came by. And after a week you didn't even notice it, didn't even hear it. But when visitors would come and stay with us, they had that experience and it was always kind of funny. But the reason I'm asking is we will frequently look at property that's on a train track on our Thursday calls. And I wondered what your thoughts were about whether that really has much effect whether the property's going to sell at a good price. Jill K DeWit: It weighs in a little bit,

Steven Butala:Steven and Jill here.Jill DeWit:Hello.Steven Butala:Welcome to the Land Academy Show, entertaining land investment talk. I'm Steven Jack Butala.Jill DeWit:And I'm Jill DeWit broadcasting from sunny southern California.Steven Butala:Today Jill and I interview Member Laurie Phillips. Laurie, welcome.Laurie Phillips:Thank you.Steven Butala:Give us just a little introduction and then we'll take this question. Tell us where you are and whether or not you're happy to be here at all.Laurie Phillips:All right. Well, I live in Richmond, Virginia and I've been here for a while. I'm happy to be here. I know that we've talked before. Some of the things I'm doing in my business, which is not very old, there are a little different than what some other people did. Might be interesting to hear what you think about it.Steven Butala:I can't wait to hear. Everybody who's different in this group seems to do extremely well. You take the basic stuff that we offer-Jill DeWit:Yeah.Steven Butala:In the environment and then make it your own.Jill DeWit:You make it you're own.Steven Butala:Yeah, exactly. Hey, before we get into it though let's take a question posted by one of our members on the landinvestors.com online community. It's free.Jill DeWit:Brandon asked, I'm a new member based in Atlanta, Georgia. Three weeks old and I'm trying to choose a market and ultimately do my first mailer in Alabama. I'm considering the following counties, low population density but near a city, low population density and days on market, less than 100 days. I've searched the forum... They've searched and the forum doesn't seem to have much conversation or topics about Alabama. Can anyone speak to their experience working Alabama or any of these counties?Steven Butala:Laurie, I chose this question because you actually answered it in the forum. I think better than I ever would have answered it. Do you remember this question?Laurie Phillips:I don't. Yeah.Steven Butala:That's great. You want to take a shot at it?Laurie Phillips:Why don't you go ahead and read what I wrote? I answer a lot of questions in the forum. I really enjoyed it and they make me think. I don't recall this one.Steven Butala:Go for it. What you said was Steve spends a lot of time addressing this topic and maybe you should listen to him. I'm paraphrasing. I'll find the question though.Jill DeWit:That's awesome. That's hilarious. Trying to find it here.Steven Butala:Here it is. You got it.Jill DeWit:There we go.Steven Butala:Do I read it, Jill?Jill DeWit:Will read. This is good. Hi Brandon and welcome. I'm pretty new to... This was months ago. After a lot of overthinking, should I mail to this particular vacation county? Even though it's five hours from a population area, et cetera. I went back to Land Academy 1.0 and followed Steve's instructions exactly for picking a new County. I decided being new wasn't the right time to be creative. His process didn't involve minute analysis.Jill DeWit:Just pick a county, follow the process, have some data to support your choices and mail. That's what I did but you may have more knowledge of the areas or REI in general. Take what I say above with your experience in mind. Let me keep going.Steven Butala:No-Jill DeWit:Okay.Steven Butala:She goes on to say-Jill DeWit:Yeah.Steven Butala:The real clear message is here and I can concur exactly. Get the education under your belt. Get that mailer too under your belt and adjust and do the research. But you got to get it out the door, right? The truth is, I have to get a mailer out the door and I'm two days late on it.Jill DeWit:Yes, he is.Steven Butala:This is just-Jill DeWit:That's true.Steven Butala:It happens to everybody. Today's topic interview with member Laurie Phillips. This is the meat of the show. All right. I can't wait to hear it. Laurie what's... When did you join? What's your experience been? Then, how did you veer off into your own direction?Laurie Phillips:All right. Well,

Interview with Member Laurie Phillips (LA 1434) Steven Butala: Steven and Jill here. Jill DeWit: Hello. Steven Butala: Welcome to the Land Academy Show, entertaining land investment talk. I'm Steven Jack Butala. Jill DeWit: And I'm Jill DeWit broadcasting from sunny southern California. Steven Butala: Today Jill and I interview Member Laurie Phillips. Laurie, welcome. Laurie Phillips: Thank you. Steven Butala: Give us just a little introduction and then we'll take this question. Tell us where you are and whether or not you're happy to be here at all. Laurie Phillips: All right. Well, I live in Richmond, Virginia and I've been here for a while. I'm happy to be here. I know that we've talked before. Some of the things I'm doing in my business, which is not very old, there are a little different than what some other people did. Might be interesting to hear what you think about it. Steven Butala: I can't wait to hear. Everybody who's different in this group seems to do extremely well. You take the basic stuff that we offer- Jill DeWit: Yeah. Steven Butala: In the environment and then make it your own. Jill DeWit: You make it you're own. Steven Butala: Yeah, exactly. Hey, before we get into it though let's take a question posted by one of our members on the landinvestors.com online community. It's free. Jill DeWit: Brandon asked, I'm a new member based in Atlanta, Georgia. Three weeks old and I'm trying to choose a market and ultimately do my first mailer in Alabama. I'm considering the following counties, low population density but near a city, low population density and days on market, less than 100 days. I've searched the forum... They've searched and the forum doesn't seem to have much conversation or topics about Alabama. Can anyone speak to their experience working Alabama or any of these counties? Steven Butala: Laurie, I chose this question because you actually answered it in the forum. I think better than I ever would have answered it. Do you remember this question? Laurie Phillips: I don't. Yeah. Steven Butala: That's great. You want to take a shot at it? Laurie Phillips: Why don't you go ahead and read what I wrote? I answer a lot of questions in the forum. I really enjoyed it and they make me think. I don't recall this one. Steven Butala: Go for it. What you said was Steve spends a lot of time addressing this topic and maybe you should listen to him. I'm paraphrasing. I'll find the question though. Jill DeWit: That's awesome. That's hilarious. Trying to find it here. Steven Butala: Here it is. You got it. Jill DeWit: There we go. Steven Butala: Do I read it, Jill? Jill DeWit: Will read. This is good. Hi Brandon and welcome. I'm pretty new to... This was months ago. After a lot of overthinking, should I mail to this particular vacation county? Even though it's five hours from a population area, et cetera. I went back to Land Academy 1.0 and followed Steve's instructions exactly for picking a new County. I decided being new wasn't the right time to be creative. His process didn't involve minute analysis. Jill DeWit: Just pick a county, follow the process, have some data to support your choices and mail. That's what I did but you may have more knowledge of the areas or REI in general. Take what I say above with your experience in mind. Let me keep going. Steven Butala: No- Jill DeWit: Okay. Steven Butala: She goes on to say- Jill DeWit: Yeah. Steven Butala: The real clear message is here and I can concur exactly. Get the education under your belt. Get that mailer too under your belt and adjust and do the research. But you got to get it out the door, right? The truth is, I have to get a mailer out the door and I'm two days late on it. Jill DeWit: Yes, he is. Steven Butala: This is just- Jill DeWit: That's true. Steven Butala: It happens to everybody. Today's topic interview with member Laurie Phillips. This is the meat of the show. All right. I can't wait to hear it.

Interview with Member Laurie Phillips (LA 1271) Steven Butala: Steven and Jill here. Jill DeWit: Hello. Steven Butala: Welcome to the Land Academy Show, entertaining land investment talk. I'm Steven Jack Butala. Jill DeWit: And I'm Jill DeWit broadcasting from sunny southern California. Steven Butala: Today Jill and I interview Member Laurie Phillips. Laurie, welcome. Laurie Phillips: Thank you. Steven Butala: Give us just a little introduction and then we'll take this question. Tell us where you are and whether or not you're happy to be here at all. Laurie Phillips: All right. Well, I live in Richmond, Virginia and I've been here for a while. I'm happy to be here. I know that we've talked before. Some of the things I'm doing in my business, which is not very old, there are a little different than what some other people did. Might be interesting to hear what you think about it. Steven Butala: I can't wait to hear. Everybody who's different in this group seems to do extremely well. You take the basic stuff that we offer- Jill DeWit: Yeah. Steven Butala: In the environment and then make it your own. Jill DeWit: You make it you're own. Steven Butala: Yeah, exactly. Hey, before we get into it though let's take a question posted by one of our members on the landinvestors.com online community. It's free. Jill DeWit: Brandon asked, I'm a new member based in Atlanta, Georgia. Three weeks old and I'm trying to choose a market and ultimately do my first mailer in Alabama. I'm considering the following counties, low population density but near a city, low population density and days on market, less than 100 days. I've searched the forum... They've searched and the forum doesn't seem to have much conversation or topics about Alabama. Can anyone speak to their experience working Alabama or any of these counties? Steven Butala: Laurie, I chose this question because you actually answered it in the forum. I think better than I ever would have answered it. Do you remember this question? Laurie Phillips: I don't. Yeah. Steven Butala: That's great. You want to take a shot at it? Laurie Phillips: Why don't you go ahead and read what I wrote? I answer a lot of questions in the forum. I really enjoyed it and they make me think. I don't recall this one. Steven Butala: Go for it. What you said was Steve spends a lot of time addressing this topic and maybe you should listen to him. I'm paraphrasing. I'll find the question though. Jill DeWit: That's awesome. That's hilarious. Trying to find it here. Steven Butala: Here it is. You got it. Jill DeWit: There we go. Steven Butala: Do I read it, Jill? Jill DeWit: Will read. This is good. Hi Brandon and welcome. I'm pretty new to... This was months ago. After a lot of overthinking, should I mail to this particular vacation county? Even though it's five hours from a population area, et cetera. I went back to Land Academy 1.0 and followed Steve's instructions exactly for picking a new County. I decided being new wasn't the right time to be creative. His process didn't involve minute analysis. Jill DeWit: Just pick a county, follow the process, have some data to support your choices and mail. That's what I did but you may have more knowledge of the areas or REI in general. Take what I say above with your experience in mind. Let me keep going. Steven Butala: No- Jill DeWit: Okay. Steven Butala: She goes on to say- Jill DeWit: Yeah. Steven Butala: The real clear message is here and I can concur exactly. Get the education under your belt. Get that mailer too under your belt and adjust and do the research. But you got to get it out the door, right? The truth is, I have to get a mailer out the door and I'm two days late on it. Jill DeWit: Yes, he is. Steven Butala: This is just- Jill DeWit: That's true. Steven Butala: It happens to everybody. Today's topic interview with member Laurie Phillips. This is the meat of the show. All right. I can't wait to hear it.

Interview with Member Laurie Phillips (LA 1271) Steven Butala: Steven and Jill here. Jill DeWit: Hello. Steven Butala: Welcome to the Land Academy Show, entertaining land investment talk. I'm Steven Jack Butala. Jill DeWit: And I'm Jill DeWit broadcasting from sunny southern California. Steven Butala: Today Jill and I interview Member Laurie Phillips. Laurie, welcome. Laurie Phillips: Thank you. Steven Butala: Give us just a little introduction and then we'll take this question. Tell us where you are and whether or not you're happy to be here at all. Laurie Phillips: All right. Well, I live in Richmond, Virginia and I've been here for a while. I'm happy to be here. I know that we've talked before. Some of the things I'm doing in my business, which is not very old, there are a little different than what some other people did. Might be interesting to hear what you think about it. Steven Butala: I can't wait to hear. Everybody who's different in this group seems to do extremely well. You take the basic stuff that we offer- Jill DeWit: Yeah. Steven Butala: In the environment and then make it your own. Jill DeWit: You make it you're own. Steven Butala: Yeah, exactly. Hey, before we get into it though let's take a question posted by one of our members on the landinvestors.com online community. It's free. Jill DeWit: Brandon asked, I'm a new member based in Atlanta, Georgia. Three weeks old and I'm trying to choose a market and ultimately do my first mailer in Alabama. I'm considering the following counties, low population density but near a city, low population density and days on market, less than 100 days. I've searched the forum... They've searched and the forum doesn't seem to have much conversation or topics about Alabama. Can anyone speak to their experience working Alabama or any of these counties? Steven Butala: Laurie, I chose this question because you actually answered it in the forum. I think better than I ever would have answered it. Do you remember this question? Laurie Phillips: I don't. Yeah. Steven Butala: That's great. You want to take a shot at it? Laurie Phillips: Why don't you go ahead and read what I wrote? I answer a lot of questions in the forum. I really enjoyed it and they make me think. I don't recall this one. Steven Butala: Go for it. What you said was Steve spends a lot of time addressing this topic and maybe you should listen to him. I'm paraphrasing. I'll find the question though. Jill DeWit: That's awesome. That's hilarious. Trying to find it here. Steven Butala: Here it is. You got it. Jill DeWit: There we go. Steven Butala: Do I read it, Jill? Jill DeWit: Will read. This is good. Hi Brandon and welcome. I'm pretty new to... This was months ago. After a lot of overthinking, should I mail to this particular vacation county? Even though it's five hours from a population area, et cetera. I went back to Land Academy 1.0 and followed Steve's instructions exactly for picking a new County. I decided being new wasn't the right time to be creative. His process didn't involve minute analysis. Jill DeWit: Just pick a county, follow the process, have some data to support your choices and mail. That's what I did but you may have more knowledge of the areas or REI in general. Take what I say above with your experience in mind. Let me keep going. Steven Butala: No- Jill DeWit: Okay. Steven Butala: She goes on to say- Jill DeWit: Yeah. Steven Butala: The real clear message is here and I can concur exactly. Get the education under your belt. Get that mailer too under your belt and adjust and do the research. But you got to get it out the door, right? The truth is, I have to get a mailer out the door and I'm two days late on it. Jill DeWit: Yes, he is. Steven Butala: This is just- Jill DeWit: That's true. Steven Butala: It happens to everybody. Today's topic interview with member Laurie Phillips. This is the meat of the show. All right. I can't wait to hear it.

A parent’s death is devastating to the surviving spouse and children. But when the death is by suicide, stigma may lead to silence and isolation, and suicide survivors often experience the added pain of guilt, shame, confusion and anger. Rebecca Anderson and her children lost their husband and father to suicide in 2002 and, since then, have taken steps to challenge the stigma of mental illness and suicide, using their experience to support others facing such a tragic loss. Drawing on the Suicide Survivors' Club book series they developed with artist Laurie Phillips, Rebecca and son Aidan join Marti & Erin for a candid discussion of this issue that touches the lives of so many (including Marti, who has strong memories of her grandfather’s suicide when she was seven years old).   Have you been touched directly by suicide in your family or community? Why do you think there continues to be such a stigma about it and what steps could you take to help reduce that stigma?   For the Suicide Survivors' Club website, click here.

Dan tries to convince Marieke to attend national Museums Advocacy Day before segueing into Part II of the AASLH “person on the street” interviews. Marieke interviews Laurie Phillips of Museum Sage and relates her experience with the program when she was guided by museum consultant Rainey Tisdale. Music credits: “By By Baby, JeffSpeed68 , ccmixter.org

Laurie Phillips is the co-founder of Tech For Troops Project. Laurie is a successful entrepreneur and founder of seven companies. For 25 years she has been a management consultant to Fortune 500 companies, leading professional services firms, and start-ups. A former Big 4 consulting partner and Information Technology expert, Laurie brings operational, technical, and entrepreneurial leadership to Tech For Troops Project. / / Laurie is also the founder of Sundance Research, an IT consulting and project management company based in Richmond, Virginia. / / http://veteranpodcast.com/050

For those of you that may not know, Nite Callers Radio has been around for 7 years. During that time, there has been different hosts, different introduction songs, formats and design. Listen tonight as we go through the history of this show where we introduce all the hosts from beginning to end and hopefully provide answers to our more devoted listeners.Tonight we will reveal segments from our more popular shows. We will be hearing interviews with Coonbo, Robert W. Morgan, Autumn Williams, the late Philip Spencer and others. A show like  this has never been done by Nite Callers and it was a tremendous undertaking reviewing many segments for the final selection. We thank all the guests that have ever appeared on our show and apologize to those we could not share.Join us tonight for a one of kind show as there will likely not be another for years to come as Nite Callers Radio rewinds. Thank you to all our listeners, without you, Nite Callers would be just another radio show. 

The Nite Callers crew invites you to listen in this Sunday as we celebrate Halloween with a truly spectacular interview. We are continuing our North American Sasquatch Researcher series with Laurie Phillips, Director of Nite Callers Bigfoot Radio & avid Bigfoot researcher. Hailing from the piney woods of East Texas, Laurie has been in the game for over 14 years. Her passion for researching this elusive creature has not dimmed in the least, instead growing rapidly along with her knowledge of this subject. Laurie has had multiple sightings over the years and countless Sasquatch related experiences. We are excited to hear the truly hair-raising events and audio encountered during her research that Laurie has to share with our listeners. This will be one you won’t want to miss! Join us as we get into the Halloween spirit with some great music, audio and scary encounters. Be sure to LIKE us on Facebook so that you can get the scoop on upcoming shows and see what the crew has been up to! www.facebook.com/nitecallersbigfootradio

After a three year hiatus, Nite Callers Bigfoot Radio returns to the air. Laurie Phillips and Lauren (McGrory) Smith will be hosting the show along with guest hosts Billy "Wild Bill" Simmons and the incomparable Graz. To show our great appreciation for the Bigfoot researcher, Nite Callers is beginning their season with a new series, the North American Sasquatch Researcher series officially beginning on the 17th.  In the coming months, Nite Callers will be bringing actual Sasquatch researchers to the air where we may learn of their techniques, their experiences and any evidence they may wish to share with our listeners. Three years ago, Nite Callers ran a similar series call the Search for the American Bigfoot Researcher and had great success.  We hope that we can attain the same success by bringing on a different researcher or research group on each week from America to Canada. Nite Callers hopes to continue to bring knowledge and education to all who are captivated by the elusive creature we know as Sasquatch. Be sure to Like us, Follow us, and Share us on Facebook.

Coach Laurie Phillips begins by describiing EFT as a combination of acupressure and self-hypnosis. It is a management tool that is an effective technique for dealing with various types of stressors. It can help us deal with underlying issues including negative feelings and beliefs. Often there is a thought or message that determines how we […] The post Hope, Healing and WellBeing – Using EFT to Deal With Food Cravings with Laurie Phillips appeared first on WebTalkRadio.net.

Join the Nite Callers Bigfoot Talk Radio Staff as they follow Laurie Phillips and Old Crow as they research alone, live from an East Texas location. Listen in as these two woman demonstrate various methods of passive research techniques while live on location. Because of the time change, this show will air one hour later, this Sunday only. We hope you can make it by for what should be a very interesting show.

On one of our previous shows that aired June, 13 2010 titled “Nite Callers Interviews Nite Callers” Luke Gross was unable to attend due to an emergency and was not interviewed. After repeated requests by our listeners Nite Caller’s hosts Lauren McGrory and J.B. will be taking a look at bigfoot research through the eyes of long time researchers Luke Gross and Laurie Phillips with new “in depth” questions in an attempt to set off some of their own fireworks and get down to the very core of their research. This is not a repeat of the show “Nite Callers interviews Nitecallers” that aired June 13th 2010. The show should be over in time for the fireworks.

Tonight we have a treat for our listening audience. For the first time ever on Blogtalkradio we are going to be doing an exclusive... Nite Callers interviews Nite Callers. Lauren McGrory and J.B. will be taking the show over and interviewing Luke Gross and Laurie Phillips tonight. They will be discussing their sightings and experiences and revealing all. In the past,they have revealed bits and pieces of their stories on air before but now will have the opportunity to go into great detail and tell them in entirety. Phone lines will be open all night. The call in number is 346-716-4530. All calls are welcome. Next Sunday Nite Callers will resume the search for the American Bigfoot Researcher series.

Join us with Laurie Phillips live in the field. We will wait and see where she is at when we go on the air. Be sure to join us for what is sure to be a fantastic show.

Join Nite Callers as they go live in the field. The last live in the field at this location was rained out. The forecast looks good for the 13th and we are going to go for it. The area is a rural farm in Rusk county where a history of Bigfoot activity has occurred. The region is right on the eastern fork of the Angelina River.This area is very promising for continued activity. Standby for live enhanced audio. Laurie Phillips and a research partner will be conducting the field research. We thank all of our listeners for their continued patronage. Be safe and blessed this Christmas season.

Luke Gross had the first of his four sightings of these incredible animals in November of 1984, with his last in November of 2000. He fascinated with what he had seen in 1984 but did not tell anyone for fear of ridicule. He kept the experience relegated to "camp fire" stories for his family and a few close friends. After getting on the internet he began to research other people’s sightings and decided to go public with his encounter. After meeting with two researchers in 1997 Luke began field research. In 1999 he founded the Texas Bigfoot Research Center and directed the group for three years. Luke is now doing independent research in the forested regions of East Texas continuing to make progress towards solving this incredible mystery. Through research and visual encounters of these animals, it is his opinion the Bigfoot located in the State of Texas are a sub - species of their Pacific Northwest cousins. He says these animals do indeed exist, and with hard work, and dedicated field research the answers are soon at hand. Nite Callers, Bryan Wallin, Laurie Phillips and Lauren McGrory welcome with the greatest appreciation a new co-host Luke Gross. Luke has much to offer the Nite Callers show with his vast experience, his investigative nature and his amazing artistic skills. Luke is a warm and gracious person and will blend with the Nite Callers staff. We ask everyone to join us tonight for Luke's debut show. Nite Callers will be expanding it's horizons in the very near future. Stay tuned for all the exciting developments.

Have a lovely Easter Day with your families this holiday. Nite Callers is pre-recording a special holiday show so that we can be free to be with our families on the Lord's special day. This show will be a quite a bit out of the norm for our usually bigfoot related show. Today we honor our Lord with old time gospel music and special messages from our hosts Tennessee Cherokee and Laurie Phillips and many believers who will be calling in and pledging their allegiance to the Lamb of God. We won't be opening the chat this Easter Sunday. We wish all of our listeners a wonderful, peaceful and blessed holiday. Stay tuned next week, same time, same station for a very special guest, Mr. Todd Partain as Nite Callers returns.

We often have wondered how it is that so many of us that respect the hairy ones, the bigfoot race, also are so close to our Father. We have come upon this strange coincidence again and again. None of us feel that this is mere coincidence, not any more. This Thursday night, Nite Callers is hosting a special program in honor of Jesus Christ. We take for granted in our every day lives, how much the sacrifice of God's only Son is ingrained in our every action, for without this ultimate sacrifice, we would not be forgiven,nor could we forgive, nor would we live eternally. Without the blood of Jesus, we could not be healed, nor could we battle the evil that relentlessly pursues us. Besides the birth of Jesus, this holiday is a one of the most important days in this life and the beyond to the eternal, because without it, we would only exist as a rock lays on the ground.There would be no spirit, love or life within us, that is the Blood of our Savior. We will be honoring our Lord this Thursday night from 7:00p.m. to 9:00 p.m. with gospel music, testimony and prayer. We encourage every one to call in and praise Him. Call in and pledge your allegiance to the Lamb. Call in at any time during the show and hosts Tennessee Cherokee and Laurie Phillips will dim the music to hear your pledge of allegiance. The call in number is:(646) 716-4530. This show will be recorded and re-air in pre-recorded form this Easter Sunday at our regularly scheduled show time. We ask everyone who is a believer to participate, the chat will be open. Remember that we are impassioned with the Bigfoot phenonomen and Nite Callers will continue to bring great guests from this field. But we here at Nite Callers also know that without our Lord, none of this would be possible. Forget what others will think, forget your enemies, stand before the Lord tonight and profess your undying allegiance to Jesus. Nothing else matters, nothing.Be there for Him. God Bless. The hosts of Nite Callers Tennessee Cherokee

Nite Callers proudly presents first time ever on the air in interview, Donna Cohrs of Stocking Hominid Research out of the state of Florida. Our special guest Darrin Bishop was a witness who contacted Donna with a report. What came from this was a riveting and terrifying account Darrin had with a Florida Skunkape. Darrin Bishop is a retired fire fighter and has had many close calls in his life but his experience with the Skunkape was one that he counts as the most memorable. Join Tennesee Cherokee and Laurie Phillips on this edition of Nite Callers.Turn out the lights, light a candle. Be prepared to remember how it feels to be afraid again.